that blond, is a bomb; [closed-itsasupergiggle]
Hands trail slowly over the gun, inspecting it slowly. It's nice, Alien tech usually is. Can't help but feel like this is kinda a bad bargain, if he's honest. Holds it to the sun and squints at it, wondering why Control would need something like this so badly.
Then again, he's not paid for questions.
It's lowered, dropped onto the bench after a moment. Not sure why his partner cars so much, when he thinks about it. Probably how much more invested he was with his 'issue'. Snorts, sitting back so he can close his eyes.
He's tried telling Sly that involving oneself is dangerous. If you come off cold, but caring, they tend not to delve deeper. He's all business, and it's the reason they even got this position. Can't blame Sly for being so eager, though. This job is far bigger than any other, and the rewards are phenomenal. He'd just, prefer if they kept it strictly professional, like their relationship.
Hears the sound of said partner, and grunts in greeting.