[ Think fast, Ajay. He hasn't even seen a mirror in what feels like ages, much less had cause to carry one around; he still has his camera, but of course it's not working; the flat of his knife is probably too dull for a useful reflection... ]
Oh—
[ But it does give him an idea. He pats himself down for a second before he pulls out a pair of aviators, looted off the body of some lieutenant he's already forgotten about. One of the lens is cracked, but the other is still clear and intact, and he swipes over it with the sleeve of his jacket before he offers it to the guy. ]
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[ Think fast, Ajay. He hasn't even seen a mirror in what feels like ages, much less had cause to carry one around; he still has his camera, but of course it's not working; the flat of his knife is probably too dull for a useful reflection... ]
Oh—
[ But it does give him an idea. He pats himself down for a second before he pulls out a pair of aviators, looted off the body of some lieutenant he's already forgotten about. One of the lens is cracked, but the other is still clear and intact, and he swipes over it with the sleeve of his jacket before he offers it to the guy. ]
That's the best I've got.