[Finch's mouth opens, and then he stops. It is the helpless look of a bird caught in his very own trap and now uncertain how to get himself out of it. Reese is really good at that.]
[After a moment, he looks down.] You understand that my resources are highly limited here. It will take time, but I will do my best to develop the means necessary for you to operate in your preferred manner. Please bear with me as I do so.
[HE WILL FIND A WAY TO INVENT A MEDIEVAL MOTORBIKE, OKAY? JUST DON'T MAKE HIM RIDE A FLYING HORSE.
He's also going to have to figure out how to manufacture bullets. And grenades. And ammo for whatever else Reese brought with him because Finch is sure that it is a lot of firepower. (And some zipties.)]
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[After a moment, he looks down.] You understand that my resources are highly limited here. It will take time, but I will do my best to develop the means necessary for you to operate in your preferred manner. Please bear with me as I do so.
[HE WILL FIND A WAY TO INVENT A MEDIEVAL MOTORBIKE, OKAY? JUST DON'T MAKE HIM RIDE A FLYING HORSE.
He's also going to have to figure out how to manufacture bullets. And grenades. And ammo for whatever else Reese brought with him because Finch is sure that it is a lot of firepower. (And some zipties.)]