[He pulled the radio slightly away at that little stunt] Hey buddy, remember codenames.
[He's glad he didn't get the message through, anyway. Didn't need to shake the kid up right before they needed him to do his part. It was too late for that kind of thing. Anyway he was well out of trouble, and Han Solo (ahhah) would no doubt keep a good eye on him. And maybe carve up a tauntaun while he was at it.]
Up to you [He shrugged, if the guy wanted to be all tense and worried it was his choice] but I've found a whole bunch of uses for cards. You'd never believe, once I was in this little gin joint in southern Malaysia and-
[He stopped when he realized that probably this wasn't a story for mixed company. At least not when Altair was doing his assassin thing.]
Nevermind. I'll be fine.
[And he took up a similar stance, leaning back against the wall on the other side of the panel. Unlike Altair he didn't blend in, what he did do was look incredibly at ease. Harmless. He took a cigar out of his pocket and rolled it between his fingers, but he didn't light it. Nah, he was running out too fast for that. And with Chloe all militant about not using the Transporter for funsies he supposed that at least for the next week he was on his last legs.]
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[He's glad he didn't get the message through, anyway. Didn't need to shake the kid up right before they needed him to do his part. It was too late for that kind of thing. Anyway he was well out of trouble, and Han Solo (ahhah) would no doubt keep a good eye on him. And maybe carve up a tauntaun while he was at it.]
Up to you [He shrugged, if the guy wanted to be all tense and worried it was his choice] but I've found a whole bunch of uses for cards. You'd never believe, once I was in this little gin joint in southern Malaysia and-
[He stopped when he realized that probably this wasn't a story for mixed company. At least not when Altair was doing his assassin thing.]
Nevermind. I'll be fine.
[And he took up a similar stance, leaning back against the wall on the other side of the panel. Unlike Altair he didn't blend in, what he did do was look incredibly at ease. Harmless. He took a cigar out of his pocket and rolled it between his fingers, but he didn't light it. Nah, he was running out too fast for that. And with Chloe all militant about not using the Transporter for funsies he supposed that at least for the next week he was on his last legs.]