[Rip’s thoughts need a moment to catch up with him, as he burst in the room quite ready to react to some dire need for his help rather than stumble across—this. He raises his gun up to avoid any friendly fire when Mick tossing the watch aside catches his eye, the confusion evident as he takes in the fact that there is no actual emergency to be seen. Mick and Leonard both confirm it a moment later, the comments they toss out enough for Rip to piece together just what they’d apparently been testing.]
Bloody hell, are the pair of you serious? [At least Leonard implies that they hadn’t summoned him just for the purpose of handing out beers. Oddly, it doesn’t do much to calm Rip’s temper.] You do realize that I was on the roof, don’t you? No, of course you do. That was the whole bloody point.
[Well, clearly he can put the gun away now, despite a lingering temptation to still employ it. Notably, Rip has yet to either fetch the requested drinks or sit down. Given the state of Mick’s room, it’s hard to want to risk touching anything.]
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Bloody hell, are the pair of you serious? [At least Leonard implies that they hadn’t summoned him just for the purpose of handing out beers. Oddly, it doesn’t do much to calm Rip’s temper.] You do realize that I was on the roof, don’t you? No, of course you do. That was the whole bloody point.
[Well, clearly he can put the gun away now, despite a lingering temptation to still employ it. Notably, Rip has yet to either fetch the requested drinks or sit down. Given the state of Mick’s room, it’s hard to want to risk touching anything.]