Huh, those are interesting. Dunno what all there is to be made of it but, welp, should the matter ever come to table concerning whom is and is not furthering the war effort of who it's troublesome to wave off a shipment to a destination as clearly specific as a jolly green war turtle.
He scratched the jawline which would never know the grace of a true and manly beard (that being his own, as opposed to a sweet gent sitting next to him, because that'd be all manner of curious and totally out of character) and pondered the potential for a moment. Last time he'd had a much larger bomb in his lap and not much had come of it, but could be that where lightning hadn't struck yet it could strike now. Or something. Good -effing- lord that guy with the accent was loud. How was a body supposed to maintain an internal dialogue around here. Was he still thinking to himself? Christ in a handbasket he must be getting old. Ok, quick check, not drooling on myself, pants on the legs, have a vague understanding of where I am and who I am, maybe a shame in the latter case there. Ok. Monologue break... NOW.
Hey, Silver. Clap your eyes on these. Could be it's the sort of thing we can employ to assuage the wounds inflicted by our coarse ways upon the gentle sensibilities of the Liberty Navy.
