[Vic looks over his shoulder and finds himself looking down at her. Literally. His own characteristic grin crosses his face. It's kind of smile that could mean a lot of things. The kind that looks like it's been cut into his mouth with a razor.]
Tolerate or like?
[In his hand he's tinkering with his revolver. Unloaded, for now. At least maintenance was easy. He pops the chamber out.]
no subject
Tolerate or like?
[In his hand he's tinkering with his revolver. Unloaded, for now. At least maintenance was easy. He pops the chamber out.]