[The question has Naoi glancing over toward the robot, who does still look like it's in the throes of CPU seizing. GOOD... HE DOESN'T WANT TO WASTE BULLETS. He doesn't even know where he'd get bullets here. This isn't very futuristic if they haven't come up with a way to magic things into existence from dirt, gosh.]
It's fine. [Said with a little haughty sniff, but it seems the sentiment isn't directed at Rin himself so much as at the situation in general. A person can only deal with massive corporate flops so many times in two months...]
We'd better not take a risk. Follow me. [AND AWAY... It seems he knows his way through the side alleys pretty well because he's the shadiest kid ever, immediately setting off and gesturing for Rin to follow. He'll keep a somewhat slow pace though, considering the poor lobster-flashing criminal seems pretty winded and tired.
The second question will get an answer once they're both on the way. He speaks from over his shoulder, holding one handgun up and tipping it to the side a little.]
It came with me, of course! [Of course.] But I don't know where you'd get any here if you want your own set.
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It's fine. [Said with a little haughty sniff, but it seems the sentiment isn't directed at Rin himself so much as at the situation in general. A person can only deal with massive corporate flops so many times in two months...]
We'd better not take a risk. Follow me. [AND AWAY... It seems he knows his way through the side alleys pretty well because he's the shadiest kid ever, immediately setting off and gesturing for Rin to follow. He'll keep a somewhat slow pace though, considering the poor lobster-flashing criminal seems pretty winded and tired.
The second question will get an answer once they're both on the way. He speaks from over his shoulder, holding one handgun up and tipping it to the side a little.]
It came with me, of course! [Of course.] But I don't know where you'd get any here if you want your own set.