There was a subtle flick of red eyes toward the other man- noting the way he drank a bit more deeply, the slow breath. Aden was used to watching. It wasn't something he could shut off at this point- nor did he want to. So long as his mind was doing that, he knew that it was at least functioning.
"Hey, don't worry about it. We've got larger guys than you running around in Alliance-funded gold-plated armor."
A bit of a hyperbole, but not entirely. And they really did have bigger guys than the Bull around who were expensive to get passable gear for. Aden didn't usually fund them himself admittedly, but. His budget could handle it.
"They even keep it polished so we can use it as a mirror in a pinch. Really helpful in the mornings after a hangover," Theron supplied, helpfully.
"Your experiences aren't universal, ch'eo," Aden said, a touch of snark creeping into his voice, to go with the very playful smile he flashed, "Some of us manage to look presentable even after drinking our weight in liquor."
It was quick to disappear, but had been there nonetheless, "But yes- let Lana know. And yes, I will be careful and keep my comm on me should you need to reach me."
Theron's mouth snapped shut at that, since he'd been about to remind him, but then he just smiled and gave a slight wave, "Will do. You be safe out there."
Aden reached to shut the console off, leaving him and Bull in the low lighting of the Phantom's interior again- and like a mask being put back on, the open and emotional look he'd had only seconds before slipped away to something much more harder to get a read on. It wasn't emotionless, just. Cold.
"Want to go see if I have some weapons you can use, or are you happy to do your killing with your bare hands? Pretty sure my knives would look like cutlery to you, but I'm sure we can find something somewhere if you prefer."
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"Hey, don't worry about it. We've got larger guys than you running around in Alliance-funded gold-plated armor."
A bit of a hyperbole, but not entirely. And they really did have bigger guys than the Bull around who were expensive to get passable gear for. Aden didn't usually fund them himself admittedly, but. His budget could handle it.
"They even keep it polished so we can use it as a mirror in a pinch. Really helpful in the mornings after a hangover," Theron supplied, helpfully.
"Your experiences aren't universal, ch'eo," Aden said, a touch of snark creeping into his voice, to go with the very playful smile he flashed, "Some of us manage to look presentable even after drinking our weight in liquor."
It was quick to disappear, but had been there nonetheless, "But yes- let Lana know. And yes, I will be careful and keep my comm on me should you need to reach me."
Theron's mouth snapped shut at that, since he'd been about to remind him, but then he just smiled and gave a slight wave, "Will do. You be safe out there."
Aden reached to shut the console off, leaving him and Bull in the low lighting of the Phantom's interior again- and like a mask being put back on, the open and emotional look he'd had only seconds before slipped away to something much more harder to get a read on. It wasn't emotionless, just. Cold.
"Want to go see if I have some weapons you can use, or are you happy to do your killing with your bare hands? Pretty sure my knives would look like cutlery to you, but I'm sure we can find something somewhere if you prefer."