[ there's the kind of petulant sigh that you would expect from someone his age, but mickey stops himself from rolling his eyes, making a show of popping the loaded shell out of the barrel, and laying the gun on the coffee table between them. ]
Anything else, sir?
[ he still has a couple knives on his person and a handgun in the chair cushion so this is okay. ]
no subject
Anything else, sir?
[ he still has a couple knives on his person and a handgun in the chair cushion so this is okay. ]