[Victor Sullivan is many things. Shy is not one of them. He doesn't bother to keep the things in the box or downplay the situation. Instead he fishes out the bottle, holds it up and turns it around in the dim light of the shack. There's a crooked grin on his face.]
Just when I think I've got you figured out.
[It gets set back down, next to the decidedly less impressive bottle that's already there. Then he fishes out the real prize.]
You going to tell me the story behind this?
[He gently shakes the heavy weight of metal in his hand, makes it clear that he wants to know exactly how she ended up a fortune in a cardboard box.]
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Just when I think I've got you figured out.
[It gets set back down, next to the decidedly less impressive bottle that's already there. Then he fishes out the real prize.]
You going to tell me the story behind this?
[He gently shakes the heavy weight of metal in his hand, makes it clear that he wants to know exactly how she ended up a fortune in a cardboard box.]