[ Danse's inclination isn't exactly incorrect - Len is a skilled liar, and he knows the impression he gives off, especially to military types. Ain't a whole lot he can do about it even if he wants to - it helps, most times, to be underestimated. More than it hurts, anyway. ]
She's my baby.
[ Len says simply, hooking one thumb in the strap of said rifle. There hasn't been a whole lot they can do in the evenings once they've stopped for the night, and as much as Len enjoys the occasional comforts of a decent hotel and an even more decent bed, the inherent niceness of the convoy's interior makes him feel borderline uncomfortable. There's such a thing as letting oneself grow too soft and indolent. ]
Next time you wanna watch us you could just walk your ass over, y'know. [ He points out, not unkindly. Then, with a toothy grin- ] I don't bite.
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She's my baby.
[ Len says simply, hooking one thumb in the strap of said rifle. There hasn't been a whole lot they can do in the evenings once they've stopped for the night, and as much as Len enjoys the occasional comforts of a decent hotel and an even more decent bed, the inherent niceness of the convoy's interior makes him feel borderline uncomfortable. There's such a thing as letting oneself grow too soft and indolent. ]
Next time you wanna watch us you could just walk your ass over, y'know. [ He points out, not unkindly. Then, with a toothy grin- ] I don't bite.