[ He takes the box of ammo with another nod of thanks- he doesn’t waste the breath saying it again when any sort of gratitude seems to glance right off of Faraday- and sets everything aside to finish his dinner. He’ll probably set to working on the gun before they turn in for the night.
The report of the turrets is enough to make Vasquez pause, food halfway to his mouth, ears straining for further signs of movement. When none comes, he continues as though nothing had happened. ]
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The report of the turrets is enough to make Vasquez pause, food halfway to his mouth, ears straining for further signs of movement. When none comes, he continues as though nothing had happened. ]
You and the rest of the world, guero.