Neither of them can see Eiffel's face, so they don't get to see how the concern flickers quickly into frustration, and then resolve. And that comes with a small, determined huff.
"Alright. I didn't wanna have to do this, but you guys leave me no choice." And he lifts both arms, and gets his hair tie in optimal snapping position. "I am the undisputed champion of hair tie snap tricks on the USS Hephaestus for the last three years running."
His eyes narrow as he looks down the sights of his arm, levelling his arm steadily between Shaw and Neal.
"The next person to say something that isn't telling me what the hell's going on is getting one right between the eyes. And if you're gonna question my aim, if I've fired five hair ties or six, ask yourself this: am I feeling lucky? Punks?"
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"Alright. I didn't wanna have to do this, but you guys leave me no choice." And he lifts both arms, and gets his hair tie in optimal snapping position. "I am the undisputed champion of hair tie snap tricks on the USS Hephaestus for the last three years running."
His eyes narrow as he looks down the sights of his arm, levelling his arm steadily between Shaw and Neal.
"The next person to say something that isn't telling me what the hell's going on is getting one right between the eyes. And if you're gonna question my aim, if I've fired five hair ties or six, ask yourself this: am I feeling lucky? Punks?"