[None of that makes any sense without context, but like hell Ford is going to ask for clarification and open himself up to pot-shots about how he's not clever enough to figure it out on is own.]
Well, that makes two of us.
[He props his hands on his hips, his brows furrowing as he takes another look around. Is this...an arcade? Huh. It's not the strangest evil lair he's ever been in, but still.]
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Well, that makes two of us.
[He props his hands on his hips, his brows furrowing as he takes another look around. Is this...an arcade? Huh. It's not the strangest evil lair he's ever been in, but still.]
I don't suppose you have your gun, do you?
[Otherwise why the hell would he even be here.]