[His gaze travels around the room, noting each guest and their threat level, a small voice reminding him that the way he measures "threat" might not be sufficient here. He marks each exit again before his gaze finally comes back to the stranger.
He doesn't know how to put words to his uncertainty, or ask the question half-formed in his head. Because all he can think is maybe he's right.
Not that it matters. He won't be very efficient without use of his arm. He hefts it again, attempting to put as little unnecessary strain on his muscles as possible, and once again doesn't answer.]
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He doesn't know how to put words to his uncertainty, or ask the question half-formed in his head. Because all he can think is maybe he's right.
Not that it matters. He won't be very efficient without use of his arm. He hefts it again, attempting to put as little unnecessary strain on his muscles as possible, and once again doesn't answer.]