[A faint snort of almost-laughter.] It's not great, I can tell you that much.
[Says the guy who's endured a trenchcoatless life for the past month or so. Not that anyone's going to look at Adam and mistake him for anything but the mostly-metal man he is– but he's always been a discreet person by nature. Walking around with his kit exposed like this, he might as well just be festooned in literal Christmas lights as far as he's concerned.
Folding his arms, his eyes trace over the clues he's got before him: the pile of jewelry, discarded; Andyr, determinedly seated; the look that just screams "I dare you to make me have fun." Doesn't take a former cop to put it all together. He tries (and mostly succeeds) at keeping the amusement out of his tone.]
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[Says the guy who's endured a trenchcoatless life for the past month or so. Not that anyone's going to look at Adam and mistake him for anything but the mostly-metal man he is– but he's always been a discreet person by nature. Walking around with his kit exposed like this, he might as well just be festooned in literal Christmas lights as far as he's concerned.
Folding his arms, his eyes trace over the clues he's got before him: the pile of jewelry, discarded; Andyr, determinedly seated; the look that just screams "I dare you to make me have fun." Doesn't take a former cop to put it all together. He tries (and mostly succeeds) at keeping the amusement out of his tone.]
Putting it off as long as you can?