[ It's one of the rare times Len sees Arcade's otherwise sharp attention span drifting - but for anyone unaccustomed to entertaining oneself out here on a long night without light to read by, it's probably devastatingly boring. "Another hour or three," he says, like he's not going to lose it if he has to sit here another ten minutes.
Len eyes him with thinly veiled scrutiny for a long moment, tapping his pointer finger against the guard of his rifle. ]
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Len eyes him with thinly veiled scrutiny for a long moment, tapping his pointer finger against the guard of his rifle. ]
...c'mere.