[ The blast ruffles his hair, flicks of debris fluttering down through the air like dust as the smoke quickly clears. He gives a single, slow, sarcastic clap, though there's a smirking grin on his face that says he's entertained by the dramatics anyway. ]
Oh sure, easy enough to say when you have explosives. Last time I had to bite a man's finger off just to get past the touch ID.
[ But even he can't refrain from following eagerly at Dick's heels into the elevator shaft, wide eyes immediately snapping up to the top of the shaft; shadowed, but promising. Freedom.
(He looks like he'd climb it with his bare hands and feet.) ]
Wasn't even the right finger.
[ The batons are still gripped in his hands, and now he's looking at Dick as if asking 'what next?' Actually climb? Get the elevator itself to work after blowing the circuitry? ]
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Oh sure, easy enough to say when you have explosives. Last time I had to bite a man's finger off just to get past the touch ID.
[ But even he can't refrain from following eagerly at Dick's heels into the elevator shaft, wide eyes immediately snapping up to the top of the shaft; shadowed, but promising. Freedom.
(He looks like he'd climb it with his bare hands and feet.) ]
Wasn't even the right finger.
[ The batons are still gripped in his hands, and now he's looking at Dick as if asking 'what next?' Actually climb? Get the elevator itself to work after blowing the circuitry? ]