[Charlie fixes him with a thoughtful look, chin set up in the palm of his hand, fingers tucked against his chin. It doesn't last long before he wrinkles his nose, throws his shoulder in what must be a shrug, but it's there.]
Doubt it'd work here; too many people and no one can agree on the color of the sky much less what to do about the Initiative.
[Which, for all intents and purposes, manages to sound about as dismissive as he wants it to.]
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Doubt it'd work here; too many people and no one can agree on the color of the sky much less what to do about the Initiative.
[Which, for all intents and purposes, manages to sound about as dismissive as he wants it to.]