But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[synanthrope]

[At the life raft comment, it's as though she goes from chill and professional to subzero cold, and her focus is laser-sharp on Orange.]

I hope that isn't a threat, Mr. Orange.

[She's being polite. Very polite, considering.]

[orangetoughguy]

Please. I could totally do better.

[In terms of threats. Just look at what happened to Mr. Blonde who didn't get a warning anyway. Freddy waves a hand like it's no big deal, a gesture of just how big a deal it is to her and he knows it. Er, something spook you, Larry? Oh well he won't address it with the old man in front of her. Never let them see you sweat.]

Don't make'em neon or something.

[whitetwoguns]

[Flick of his lighter and he's smoking. A few more moments and he'll get it together. Maybe he'll get more color back into his face too.]

Brown or black, those're good colors.

[Ahem.]

Navy.

[See. Right back in the game. And proof he dunno what the big deal is about rafts.]

[synanthrope]

Don't get cocky.

[That's her warning. She's harder to kill than Blonde, and about a thousand times more dangerous.]

Three days.

[orangetoughguy]

Deal.

[Still playing it super cool.]