Deacon arches off of the seat to pat at his pockets, stopping when he finds something he's looking for and fishing it out before flopping back down: a semi-crushed pack of cigarettes.
"Trade you one indulgence for another. You smoke?"
He's already pulling one from the pack and fitting it between his own lips, but then holds it out to Danse in offering. It is not beneath him to christen this absurd vehicle with the stink of nicotine, but he'll definitely open the windows... there seems to even be a skylight amongst the blue sky ceiling. Once Danse accepts his trade, Deacon hops up to do just that before lighting anything.
"So what do you think of her now?" he asks, grunting as he pushes open the skylight window. "Pretty sweet, if you ask me. I'm thinking I can fit a rack for weapons on that wall over there... maybe throw out some of these empty seats for a mattress and then, WHAM! Mobile safehouse."
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Deacon arches off of the seat to pat at his pockets, stopping when he finds something he's looking for and fishing it out before flopping back down: a semi-crushed pack of cigarettes.
"Trade you one indulgence for another. You smoke?"
He's already pulling one from the pack and fitting it between his own lips, but then holds it out to Danse in offering. It is not beneath him to christen this absurd vehicle with the stink of nicotine, but he'll definitely open the windows... there seems to even be a skylight amongst the blue sky ceiling. Once Danse accepts his trade, Deacon hops up to do just that before lighting anything.
"So what do you think of her now?" he asks, grunting as he pushes open the skylight window. "Pretty sweet, if you ask me. I'm thinking I can fit a rack for weapons on that wall over there... maybe throw out some of these empty seats for a mattress and then, WHAM! Mobile safehouse."