[Shooting them both in a non-fatal spot sounds vastly appealing to Kanda just then. He even spends the next few minutes picturing the best place and method possible to accomplish this oh-so-satisfying task as the two idiots rate the woman's apparent 'hotness'.
He'll take more time with Lavi, though, just for encouraging the old man's apparent sense of humor.
It's almost gratifying, just imagining it, until the real details are threaded into the conversation. So this woman was a kid-killer? To be brought straight to Jack's personal care?
...sounds like the Company was getting back into the torture or experimentation game, again. (If the bastards ever even left).
Stepping forward, Kanda takes the datapad, glances it over seemingly carelessly, and then wordlessly hands it off to Lavi. Jack, however, gets a narrow-eyed glare. ]
You can't just go to Utopia. That place is invite only, old man. Cover stories that get us in there are going to cost you extra.
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He'll take more time with Lavi, though, just for encouraging the old man's apparent sense of humor.
It's almost gratifying, just imagining it, until the real details are threaded into the conversation. So this woman was a kid-killer? To be brought straight to Jack's personal care?
...sounds like the Company was getting back into the torture or experimentation game, again. (If the bastards ever even left).
Stepping forward, Kanda takes the datapad, glances it over seemingly carelessly, and then wordlessly hands it off to Lavi. Jack, however, gets a narrow-eyed glare. ]
You can't just go to Utopia. That place is invite only, old man. Cover stories that get us in there are going to cost you extra.