[Jason's evident confidence is reassuring, because Cain has no idea he's never held one of these specific pistols before—and he hates having a gun pointed at him. Again. It's some sick irony, waking up on someone else's ship after getting shot in the stomach only to find himself faced with another gun only minutes later. And a foreign piece of technology in his ear, chirping instructions at him like he cares, like he doesn't just want to go back.]
What the hell do you want, asshole?
[Fear and anger are evenly mixed, but he manages to keep still, staring down the end of the barrel with a glare. He's not about to risk another bullet.]
Are you guarding these? Look, I'm just gonna take one. That's all.
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What the hell do you want, asshole?
[Fear and anger are evenly mixed, but he manages to keep still, staring down the end of the barrel with a glare. He's not about to risk another bullet.]
Are you guarding these? Look, I'm just gonna take one. That's all.