orangetoughguy: (scripted)
Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) ([personal profile] orangetoughguy) wrote 2011-09-07 06:54 am (UTC)

That's what I'm sayin' there are vampires and alien sons of bitches out there and she's holding out to keep this under wraps?

[Orange shakes his head. How long has he worked for her and she couldn't come clean to him? Even now he hasn't told the others the additional thing he knows about her; her deathly fear of water. You don't forget a lady in stiletto heels climbing up to perch on your shoulders during a flood. After all that she still couldn't come clean. Orange isn't about to let on he's a little disappointed too.]

Okay. Lie low. Keep watch.

[He nods because he's curious too, curious and wanting to know what is, why, how to prevent. Though he's got some faith in Saya not to come near Larry in that mode again. But wait a second, he's looking between Eames and Arthur. Orange sits up straight in his seat.]

Where's my copy?

[Of the disc. Duh. Or wait are they not supposed to ask for one in case the Coliseum goes looking for whoever hogtied their security guy and left him in his skivvies? Theoretically speaking of course.]

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