[ Reno is seconds from pinching his nosebridge. Heidegger?? Not a name he ever wanted to hear again. If he's got anything to be grateful to Cloud and his people for (and let's be honest, that list is starting to get longer and longer these days), kicking his and Scarlett's shit in is definitely in the top five. Hearing all of this now, it's becoming perfectly clear that what he's hearing can only mean one thing, but how's a guy supposed to simply say ohhh, okay, I get it. You're from the past and then just—shrug that off?
Salvation comes in the next suggestion. The aggravated, "looking at Roche like he has four heads" stare immediately fills with relief, furrowed brows raising, the cigarette twisting from one side of his mouth to the other before he takes it out and smudges what's left it out against the tabletop. ]
Yeah. Lemme see the orders.
[ This is perfect. You can't argue with a phone. (I mean, you can, but shut up.) There'll be names, dates, timestamps. A digital signature to prove he's... what, out of his mind? Whatever, it'll clear things up. If Reno's learned anything in life by now, it's not to take anyone at their word unless you can confirm it with facts.
And of course he doesn't suspect the thing sitting on the table is a phone, because it's 2004 and the first fucking iPhone didn't even come out for another three years. ]
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[ Reno is seconds from pinching his nosebridge. Heidegger?? Not a name he ever wanted to hear again. If he's got anything to be grateful to Cloud and his people for (and let's be honest, that list is starting to get longer and longer these days), kicking his and Scarlett's shit in is definitely in the top five. Hearing all of this now, it's becoming perfectly clear that what he's hearing can only mean one thing, but how's a guy supposed to simply say ohhh, okay, I get it. You're from the past and then just—shrug that off?
Salvation comes in the next suggestion. The aggravated, "looking at Roche like he has four heads" stare immediately fills with relief, furrowed brows raising, the cigarette twisting from one side of his mouth to the other before he takes it out and smudges what's left it out against the tabletop. ]
Yeah. Lemme see the orders.
[ This is perfect. You can't argue with a phone. (I mean, you can, but shut up.) There'll be names, dates, timestamps. A digital signature to prove he's... what, out of his mind? Whatever, it'll clear things up. If Reno's learned anything in life by now, it's not to take anyone at their word unless you can confirm it with facts.
And of course he doesn't suspect the thing sitting on the table is a phone, because it's 2004 and the first fucking iPhone didn't even come out for another three years. ]