Numbers still isn't quite sure why it needed to be specified. It's not an unfamiliar idea, necessarily. It's not as if Numbers or Wrench are their 'real' names--through necessity, they took on the monikers, and now, he can't imagine introducing himself as anything else. Numbers looks back towards Wrench, also looking for something he missed--the big guy was more meticulous than he was, at times. But it's clear that both of them are somewhat out of their depth. The only answer he offers for now is a shrug.
That's fine. He can roll with it. He looks back towards Teddy, waiting for her to finish. Teddy's signing is halting and unsure at times, but Numbers can get the gist of it. But when she says "friend from work", it takes all his focus to not burst into laughter or crack a wayward smile. The rest of what Teddy says makes him furrow his brow in confusion.
His eyes flit back towards Wrench as he explains the situation further. He mouths 'Smith?', trying to wrap his head around it. Wrench Smith? The clumsy addition of the last name was like gluing a unicorn horn to a donkey.
One thing at a time. He rubs his face, pressing in on his eyes and shaking his head. He takes a small step back so both Wrench and Teddy can see what he's saying.
I died, he says towards Teddy, trying to slow down and prioritize sign clarity. I'm not dead now. And no wife or kids in house. Living as a bachelor. A pause. He repeats the sign, 'B' brushing down one cheek then the other, and spells it out. B-A-C-H-E-L-O-R.
He turns back towards Wrench abruptly, returning to his normal manner of signing. You still need to tell me what the hell you did those ten years, by the way. And you're gonna tell me everything.
Another pause.
This town is bad. We need to leave quickly. You discover anything? A question broadcast to the general group.
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Numbers still isn't quite sure why it needed to be specified. It's not an unfamiliar idea, necessarily. It's not as if Numbers or Wrench are their 'real' names--through necessity, they took on the monikers, and now, he can't imagine introducing himself as anything else. Numbers looks back towards Wrench, also looking for something he missed--the big guy was more meticulous than he was, at times. But it's clear that both of them are somewhat out of their depth. The only answer he offers for now is a shrug.
That's fine. He can roll with it. He looks back towards Teddy, waiting for her to finish. Teddy's signing is halting and unsure at times, but Numbers can get the gist of it. But when she says "friend from work", it takes all his focus to not burst into laughter or crack a wayward smile. The rest of what Teddy says makes him furrow his brow in confusion.
His eyes flit back towards Wrench as he explains the situation further. He mouths 'Smith?', trying to wrap his head around it. Wrench Smith? The clumsy addition of the last name was like gluing a unicorn horn to a donkey.
One thing at a time. He rubs his face, pressing in on his eyes and shaking his head. He takes a small step back so both Wrench and Teddy can see what he's saying.
I died, he says towards Teddy, trying to slow down and prioritize sign clarity. I'm not dead now. And no wife or kids in house. Living as a bachelor. A pause. He repeats the sign, 'B' brushing down one cheek then the other, and spells it out. B-A-C-H-E-L-O-R.
He turns back towards Wrench abruptly, returning to his normal manner of signing. You still need to tell me what the hell you did those ten years, by the way. And you're gonna tell me everything.
Another pause.
This town is bad. We need to leave quickly. You discover anything? A question broadcast to the general group.