[ He's so preoccupied that the voice startles him in a way that has trained instinct snapping to attention, phaser held aloft ahead of the torch-beam. Out of the corners of his eyes, the shadows seem to shift, but it's black-on-black and Jim isn't accustomed to working in the gloom. He turns around, unable to fixate on the origin. ]
No offense, but I'm not taking anyone at their word today.
[ Just what he needs, though. A creature able to slip through the shadows themselves. No matter how obliging Pitch has been up until this point, when standing alone in the cold, dark, dank marrow of the City's bones with only his own breath for company, Jim isn't comforted. ]
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No offense, but I'm not taking anyone at their word today.
[ Just what he needs, though. A creature able to slip through the shadows themselves. No matter how obliging Pitch has been up until this point, when standing alone in the cold, dark, dank marrow of the City's bones with only his own breath for company, Jim isn't comforted. ]
You don't mind if I keep looking, do you?