[ Silco had just been about to pull something out from within the depths of his coat -- being raised a street kid from a place like Zaun, and going into the unknown had necessitated some supplies, and although Silco would project that he was bringing his staples -- knives and cigars -- he had prepped a good deal better than that. There's a small notebook tucked into his coat, along with pencils and wrapped charcoal, in case he needs an impression, a lockpicking kit, matches -- even though his fingers have been able to light the ends of his cigars regardless -- some wire in there, needle, some other bits and bobs in a small packet tucked into the pouch at the back of his belt.
He wasn't wolly useless, although he suspected Sebastian wouldn't have considered him quite that.
Instead, though, as his fingers were inching toward his pack, he whirled to the newcomer, and a sneer lit across his lips.
Ah. Fo figure, he would meet one of the people he'd had such a pleasant introduction to. ]
Hm. [ Eyes back to Sebastian. ] Let's break the lock.
[ Then back to Ocelot. ] I do hope you're not thinking of stealing our find from us.
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He wasn't wolly useless, although he suspected Sebastian wouldn't have considered him quite that.
Instead, though, as his fingers were inching toward his pack, he whirled to the newcomer, and a sneer lit across his lips.
Ah. Fo figure, he would meet one of the people he'd had such a pleasant introduction to. ]
Hm. [ Eyes back to Sebastian. ] Let's break the lock.
[ Then back to Ocelot. ] I do hope you're not thinking of stealing our find from us.