[Don't worry, Ramir, engaging in career vigilantism means becoming an expert in putting crimefighting before petty things like personal comfort and wellbeing. He watches her bounce up with a cocked brow, then pockets his lunch in his jacket and tosses his peel over the side of the ship so he can follow. Eager, huh. He can't much blame her, considering. He snags the strap of the Dakal shotgun on his way up so he can sling it over a shoulder.]
Go on, Nancy Drew, trail's getting colder.
[Unless you think he's bad enough that they could literally sniff him out, out there.]
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Go on, Nancy Drew, trail's getting colder.
[Unless you think he's bad enough that they could literally sniff him out, out there.]