[Forged in hellfire, maybe. This tropical beach vomit hell.
A faintly audible snort of almost-laughter – quiet enough that it could almost be mistaken for something else.]
Sorry. I don't do dramatic.
[Says the guy who decided that, rather than brave the ocean waters, he'd prefer to hop out of his goddamn escape pod from several thousand feet up and test his luck with his landing system aug. Says the guy wearing those sunglasses. Says the guy with that grumble of a voice.]
But you won't get a faceful of sand, probably. I can still be a gentleman. [Shrug!!] More or less.
[Usually, it's "less" – but he does make an exception for ladies in distress. Still kind of deciding if he wants to throw Hawke in the "lady" category, though...]
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A faintly audible snort of almost-laughter – quiet enough that it could almost be mistaken for something else.]
Sorry. I don't do dramatic.
[Says the guy who decided that, rather than brave the ocean waters, he'd prefer to hop out of his goddamn escape pod from several thousand feet up and test his luck with his landing system aug. Says the guy wearing those sunglasses. Says the guy with that grumble of a voice.]
But you won't get a faceful of sand, probably. I can still be a gentleman. [Shrug!!] More or less.
[Usually, it's "less" – but he does make an exception for ladies in distress. Still kind of deciding if he wants to throw Hawke in the "lady" category, though...]