[ Yeah, no, she has a point. It wasn't like Silco couldn't buy another knife, when they got out, and got back to Highstorm. He moved his hand to pull it out of the small holster he'd sewn into the back of his belt -- hand hovered over it, when she stifled her cough.
Silco knew what that sounded like. His own lungs were practically withered to powder, between the mines, the undercity's pollution, and his own cigar habit had laid waste to his own lungs, and he'd heard plenty of old miners who had the same sound she had now. One eye narrowed, as Jinx had always been relatively healthy as a child, but this... ]
Are you sure you're not hurt?
[ He asked, pulling out his knife to hand to her as a peace offering for questioning her -- of course he did.
Unfortunately, said destroyed lungs were starting to tickle himself, but the sound that caught his attention was the sound of creaking roots, and he turned to where he thought the sound was coming from. ]
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Silco knew what that sounded like. His own lungs were practically withered to powder, between the mines, the undercity's pollution, and his own cigar habit had laid waste to his own lungs, and he'd heard plenty of old miners who had the same sound she had now. One eye narrowed, as Jinx had always been relatively healthy as a child, but this... ]
Are you sure you're not hurt?
[ He asked, pulling out his knife to hand to her as a peace offering for questioning her -- of course he did.
Unfortunately, said destroyed lungs were starting to tickle himself, but the sound that caught his attention was the sound of creaking roots, and he turned to where he thought the sound was coming from. ]