[That softness in her voice, the blurred edges of it around his name, it has him looking up at her quickly, something sharp there in his face, a little confused. But whatever she's going to say to him is cut off by the arrival of his Handler, and when the man walks in Giovanni's expression flattens out into something dead and cold. Perfectly blank.
The look the man gives him is much the same as the kind Giovanni would use when examining his Walthers, only with an undercurrent of distaste, and though the Dog has the urge to smirk when Steph makes her little dig, he holds back on it. Maintains his perfect coolness. Knows better.
The Handler frowns slightly, takes the weapon, gives Steph a long steady look.
You shouldn't have brought it in here. It belongs in the cargo bay, with the shipment.-- and it's clear he isn't talking about the Dog Bite.
Let's get a move on then, shall we? as though it hadn't been him they were waiting on at all, and he turns sharply then, makes a small motion with his hand that indicates Giovanni should follow, Come, 68..
Remaining a respectful two paces behind the man, Giovanni does as he's been bidden.]
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The look the man gives him is much the same as the kind Giovanni would use when examining his Walthers, only with an undercurrent of distaste, and though the Dog has the urge to smirk when Steph makes her little dig, he holds back on it. Maintains his perfect coolness. Knows better.
The Handler frowns slightly, takes the weapon, gives Steph a long steady look.
You shouldn't have brought it in here. It belongs in the cargo bay, with the shipment.-- and it's clear he isn't talking about the Dog Bite.
Let's get a move on then, shall we? as though it hadn't been him they were waiting on at all, and he turns sharply then, makes a small motion with his hand that indicates Giovanni should follow, Come, 68..
Remaining a respectful two paces behind the man, Giovanni does as he's been bidden.]