[Salesmen who don't stop attacking when shot in the leg, mannequins that don't stop moving when shot in the head--what next, bulletproof robots that just don't stop, period? Numbers looks around wildly, trying to find any cover. The homegoods store across the hall is currently mannequin-less and has all manner of kitchen utensils and supplies.]
There. Let's go.
[He yanks Arthur forward, pointing towards the shop. In the heat of the moment, Numbers hadn't noticed the man was blind. In fact, he still doesn't realize it--his grip loosens slightly as he moves to let go and sprint ahead.]
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There. Let's go.
[He yanks Arthur forward, pointing towards the shop. In the heat of the moment, Numbers hadn't noticed the man was blind. In fact, he still doesn't realize it--his grip loosens slightly as he moves to let go and sprint ahead.]