[ The way the whole structure creaks and rattles is telling enough about what’s going on outside – Vasquez is about to have a visitor. The fact that he didn’t get shot on the first syllable of his rather poor retort is at least something of a good sign, and if his luck holds perhaps this man won’t have seen his face (or the poor likeness of it) printed on a wanted poster with a hefty sum emblazoned beneath it.
He keeps his place with his back to the wall, pistol in hand but certainly not raised like he means to do anything with it. The other hand lays against his vest pocket, as if the presence of the well-world playing card within might lend him some of the luck of its former owner.
At the sound of the hatch – above him and just off to the side – he casts his eyes upward. ]
Sure do. Not much inclined to share if it’s all the same to you.
[ From this angle, he can’t really see who might be looking in on him, but he’d bet his hat they’re armed. ]
no subject
He keeps his place with his back to the wall, pistol in hand but certainly not raised like he means to do anything with it. The other hand lays against his vest pocket, as if the presence of the well-world playing card within might lend him some of the luck of its former owner.
At the sound of the hatch – above him and just off to the side – he casts his eyes upward. ]
Sure do. Not much inclined to share if it’s all the same to you.
[ From this angle, he can’t really see who might be looking in on him, but he’d bet his hat they’re armed. ]
You going to let me out of here?