[ Neal is on a search of his own, only vaguely aware of the sound of another person moving around. He doesn't expect trouble — this is a dollhouse for God's sake — so when he comes around the corner to try to meet his companion and he's faced with a gun... ]
Whoa, whoa!
[ His hands immediately fly up into a prone surrender, eyes widening into large, round, very blue points of obvious concern. He detests guns and especially hates having them pointed at him. ]
I'm just a guy. No threat, I swear!
[ In fact, he's practically the opposite of a threat, all things considered. Sure he's a really great shot, but when push comes to shove, Neal would sooner hide than push, shove, or shoot. ]
Meet Cute
Whoa, whoa!
[ His hands immediately fly up into a prone surrender, eyes widening into large, round, very blue points of obvious concern. He detests guns and especially hates having them pointed at him. ]
I'm just a guy. No threat, I swear!
[ In fact, he's practically the opposite of a threat, all things considered. Sure he's a really great shot, but when push comes to shove, Neal would sooner hide than push, shove, or shoot. ]