[ John turns a bit towards the sound of the voice, but only slightly, one eye on the man as he tells him to look "on the floor." It's enough to make his eyes narrow a bit, maybe in confusion, maybe in uncertainty, before he looks to the ground and sees it sitting there on top of the pair of his arm plates.
Helmet. Check.
It's dinted in the visor, which is a bright orange color, and it's seen more starstuff than anything in truth. ]
Appreciated.
[ He glances now at the other's hands, a pair of handguns (a gun is a gun, just depends on whose hands they're in. He looks like he knows his way with them). The look he gives him afterwards, could be called unnerving, but maybe it's just the eyes that make it so, startlingly bright and clear. Sharp. ]
Surprised they left us what they did.
[ It's an observation, maybe to himself, maybe to the both of them. He'll dig a little. ]
he can't be left alone /sigh
Helmet. Check.
It's dinted in the visor, which is a bright orange color, and it's seen more starstuff than anything in truth. ]
Appreciated.
[ He glances now at the other's hands, a pair of handguns (a gun is a gun, just depends on whose hands they're in. He looks like he knows his way with them). The look he gives him afterwards, could be called unnerving, but maybe it's just the eyes that make it so, startlingly bright and clear. Sharp. ]
Surprised they left us what they did.
[ It's an observation, maybe to himself, maybe to the both of them. He'll dig a little. ]