[Vennett doesn't bother keeping his hands down. There's nothing to fight WITH in there outside of Lowell's tools... and those are out of HIS immediate reach. Instead he picks up his mug and takes another long drink of coffee, watching Tempest cast some sort of magic, likely a perimeter.]
So. [He answers. The smile is humorless.] What'd those fuckshits at the UE offer you?
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So. [He answers. The smile is humorless.] What'd those fuckshits at the UE offer you?