Spotting the rebreather, Dick snorts, answering drily, "I've got one of those, but I left it with my other belt. Besides, it'd only help if the water hadn't already been in my system."
But enough of that, the dice is flashing again, the number 2 coming up. He can see that far, and is quietly relieved to see it's another item square. On opening the chest though, his lips immediately twist into a distasteful grimace.
The gun is heavy in his hand and he holds it with far more confidence and ease than a kid should. He even takes a moment to take out the clip, examining it and scowling further on seeing it's loaded with real bullets. He doesn't want to... but he knows guns can be useful, so he makes sure the safety's on and tucks it in at the back of his waistband under his hoodie.
"Thanks," he says out into the open space, voice drier than the Sahara.
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But enough of that, the dice is flashing again, the number 2 coming up. He can see that far, and is quietly relieved to see it's another item square. On opening the chest though, his lips immediately twist into a distasteful grimace.
The gun is heavy in his hand and he holds it with far more confidence and ease than a kid should. He even takes a moment to take out the clip, examining it and scowling further on seeing it's loaded with real bullets. He doesn't want to... but he knows guns can be useful, so he makes sure the safety's on and tucks it in at the back of his waistband under his hoodie.
"Thanks," he says out into the open space, voice drier than the Sahara.