[ This teenage boy on a would-be snack run has faster reflexes than mental processing power, and automatically, thoughtlessly slips a knife out from his uniform coat into his own hand in response. Shinn's draw and the way he shifts into a fighting stance reflect a practiced, competent, trained fluidity -- but to anyone with an eye for it, the movements are absolutely just trained. Sure, he was at the top of his academy class in knifework, but he's never been in a real knife fight. That lack of real-world experience keeps him in a defensive posture for a second, long enough to belatedly assess the situation.... ]
-- the hell? I'm not going to fight you over beans, you crazy bastard!
[ It comes out in an indignant squawk. Also, he shows zero possessiveness toward the food -- almost no interest in it, other than disbelief that Carver is so invested in it. ]
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-- the hell? I'm not going to fight you over beans, you crazy bastard!
[ It comes out in an indignant squawk. Also, he shows zero possessiveness toward the food -- almost no interest in it, other than disbelief that Carver is so invested in it. ]