[ he notices. he always notices. and then pretends he doesn't. that's his trademark. look away. scarcely smile. don't expect anything. never make anyone significant. ] At least you made it out of bed. Justin and I— [ he trails off with this sort of mmhph sound like the name's a dirty word, as though he never meant to say it. it's a headache. the light's in his eyes, that's how he'll play it off. he works his jaw, unsatisfied with everything Strela wrought on him and he hadn't even gone down or out to see it. ] From the looks of things, you probably couldn't suck at shooting unless you were trying to miss.

[ most of the targets are shattered, kid, in case you haven't noticed. ] Did something else happen, something recent?

[ he asks not as a boss but as the guy that doesn't want her fucking her life up. ]