[ He flinches slightly at the violence in that simple gesture. He can see the anger there even without looking at the other man's hands. He can read them just fine. Things still feel foggy in his head but he's not anywhere near "out of practice" when it comes to how they talk to each other.
He spares a glance for the door again, listening, before he finally sets the gun down on the nearest steady surface.
He holds his hands up in a placating gesture before he starts over again: ]
I understand you. But I don't know what you're talking about. We were in a blizzard, looking for Malvo. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here. That's all I can tell you.
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He spares a glance for the door again, listening, before he finally sets the gun down on the nearest steady surface.
He holds his hands up in a placating gesture before he starts over again: ]
I understand you. But I don't know what you're talking about. We were in a blizzard, looking for Malvo. Next thing I know, I'm waking up here. That's all I can tell you.