[Rhys' hands go up instantly- he's unarmed and, to be frank, a little scrawny looking. He tries not to panic, of course, but that's not exactly the easiest thing to do when there's a gun aimed at you.
Even as he falters, he recognizes the uniform, the rank implants, and there's something else about him that seems familiar, and Rhys would probably recognize it if his life were not in imminent danger right now. He's not really in a position to make any demands or bargain anything, but hey- the more he can figure out about this guy the better, right?]
-same thing Dahl is? Seriously, uh, guy- don't shoot me. [Rhys lets out a short, nervous laugh- the kind that's not actually laughter, but sort of tries to be anyway.] I really, really don't want to get shot. Pretty please?
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[Rhys' hands go up instantly- he's unarmed and, to be frank, a little scrawny looking. He tries not to panic, of course, but that's not exactly the easiest thing to do when there's a gun aimed at you.
Even as he falters, he recognizes the uniform, the rank implants, and there's something else about him that seems familiar, and Rhys would probably recognize it if his life were not in imminent danger right now. He's not really in a position to make any demands or bargain anything, but hey- the more he can figure out about this guy the better, right?]
-same thing Dahl is? Seriously, uh, guy- don't shoot me. [Rhys lets out a short, nervous laugh- the kind that's not actually laughter, but sort of tries to be anyway.] I really, really don't want to get shot. Pretty please?