A securi- of course. How'd I even miss a scrapheap like that on my tail...
[House was onto him from the word go, and the dismay is perceptible. Maybe he'd been too occupied with looking ahead of him for the Courier and managing the frustrations of his little posse dragging on behind him. The whole mess with the Fiends, the Khans bitching and moaning about their washed-out carry-on friend. But growing more confident now that he has Maria tucked tenderly back behind his belt, some of the tension in Benny's shoulders relaxes; prematurely or not, who's to tell? The guy must've taken his gun as a show of force, just to make a statement, but now they're talking. Some people's bark is worse than their bite, am I right? ]
Baby, you got a crazy drop on me. I'll admit it. But listen - with all this?
[He gestures with his chin around them, to their surroundings. But Maria's the only thing on his mind, his eyes calculating. When you're down to your last card, you don't just fold and whimper like a dog. That's when you bet big. Sure, the first and second bullets didn't stick, but maybe third time'll be the charm. He just needs to wait for the right moment, and his awkward little problem goes away.]
We’re in a new place, with a bunch of freaks and flying monkeys. Let’s leave the Mojave problems in the Mojave. Let bygones be bygones, right? I mean, look at you - you're walkin' and talkin' just fine, it barely even touched your good looks. No harm, no foul. Whadya say to that?
[Benny gives his best, earnest, rube-charming smile.]
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[House was onto him from the word go, and the dismay is perceptible. Maybe he'd been too occupied with looking ahead of him for the Courier and managing the frustrations of his little posse dragging on behind him. The whole mess with the Fiends, the Khans bitching and moaning about their washed-out carry-on friend. But growing more confident now that he has Maria tucked tenderly back behind his belt, some of the tension in Benny's shoulders relaxes; prematurely or not, who's to tell? The guy must've taken his gun as a show of force, just to make a statement, but now they're talking. Some people's bark is worse than their bite, am I right? ]
Baby, you got a crazy drop on me. I'll admit it. But listen - with all this?
[He gestures with his chin around them, to their surroundings. But Maria's the only thing on his mind, his eyes calculating. When you're down to your last card, you don't just fold and whimper like a dog. That's when you bet big. Sure, the first and second bullets didn't stick, but maybe third time'll be the charm. He just needs to wait for the right moment, and his awkward little problem goes away.]
We’re in a new place, with a bunch of freaks and flying monkeys. Let’s leave the Mojave problems in the Mojave. Let bygones be bygones, right? I mean, look at you - you're walkin' and talkin' just fine, it barely even touched your good looks. No harm, no foul. Whadya say to that?
[Benny gives his best, earnest, rube-charming smile.]