Numbers gestures in the house's general direction and continues to sign, but then is cut off by Wrench. He blinks, looking over to him with a slightly startled expression and moves to protest, but then stops. He makes a good point--if they made the effort of bringing them here, why would they allow them to defend themselves?
I also woke up with my gun. And a pocket knife. He frowns, looking unsure. Maybe this is a game? A test? For...whoever is in charge of this place.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment--he doesn't want to see anyone else talk for a bit, just process the whirlwind of thoughts running through his mind. Numbers hates this. He hates sitting idly in one place, not knowing what to do or who to shoot. He opens his eyes again, runs a hand through his hair, then starts to sign again.
What do we do, then? he continues, clearly frustrated. Sit around, twiddling our thumbs? A pause. And I guess you're involved too, now.
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Numbers gestures in the house's general direction and continues to sign, but then is cut off by Wrench. He blinks, looking over to him with a slightly startled expression and moves to protest, but then stops. He makes a good point--if they made the effort of bringing them here, why would they allow them to defend themselves?
I also woke up with my gun. And a pocket knife. He frowns, looking unsure. Maybe this is a game? A test? For...whoever is in charge of this place.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment--he doesn't want to see anyone else talk for a bit, just process the whirlwind of thoughts running through his mind. Numbers hates this. He hates sitting idly in one place, not knowing what to do or who to shoot. He opens his eyes again, runs a hand through his hair, then starts to sign again.
What do we do, then? he continues, clearly frustrated. Sit around, twiddling our thumbs? A pause. And I guess you're involved too, now.
He points towards Teddy, still looking annoyed.