[ He moves in closer, nice and casual like. Melody doesn't move, but she watches his hands. Her own are encased in armored gloves, battered and tagged with scars. The armor's getting up there, age wise. Just like it's previous owner - not that Melody got a real good look at her.
Finders keepers, and all that brutal shit. ]
Sure. It's real fucking quiet here, you know?
[ It's not that kind of radio. Or it is, but the music's stored and she doesn't need that right now anyway. This little motherfucker's supposed to pierce heavy atmosphere and get her a signal back to the others regardless of interference, but it's dead as a goddamn doornail right now.
Which is a problem. Which is ten separate problems. ]
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Finders keepers, and all that brutal shit. ]
Sure. It's real fucking quiet here, you know?
[ It's not that kind of radio. Or it is, but the music's stored and she doesn't need that right now anyway. This little motherfucker's supposed to pierce heavy atmosphere and get her a signal back to the others regardless of interference, but it's dead as a goddamn doornail right now.
Which is a problem. Which is ten separate problems. ]