[ "Short on patience". The sentiment is certainly understandable given their current situation, but it seems like Adam is handling it remarkably well if the only thing to suffer his impatience is a toy karaoke microphone. Venom is confident that those synthetic enhancements aren't just for snapping plastic in half, and he's almost tempted to ask if those are normal where Adam comes from, but he refrains from prying right out of the gate. He knows that comments about not-so-human appendages can get old.
Blood-red fingers pick up another cylinder, sets it down when he identifies it as some sort of novelty pen. The next item he finds is a vial of foul-smelling cologne.
He's not sure why the captains even bothered confiscating some of these. ]
—Speaking of patience. [ Help a guy out, Adam. ] I'm looking for an electronic cigar.
[ Yes, he came all the way down here, listened to the Sailor Moon song for 30 seconds, engaged this poor guy in awkward conversation, just for his smokes.
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Blood-red fingers pick up another cylinder, sets it down when he identifies it as some sort of novelty pen. The next item he finds is a vial of foul-smelling cologne.
He's not sure why the captains even bothered confiscating some of these. ]
—Speaking of patience. [ Help a guy out, Adam. ] I'm looking for an electronic cigar.
[ Yes, he came all the way down here, listened to the Sailor Moon song for 30 seconds, engaged this poor guy in awkward conversation, just for his smokes.
He is incredibly earnest about this. ]