(A name doesn't define you, not always. Not as if the Undercity isn't rife with aliases, right? What you attach to the name, if you make good on your word - that's what really matters.)
Huh. It takes her a moment, unsure at first if he's trying to catch her with wordplay, but it's not a riddle - it's ...yeah. That's a thing you can steal if you think about it the right way. "So you're a fast talker with fast hands. I can see it, I gue---."
A storm flickering - shadows of memories and a hard-swallow as her breath catches. "Shimmer. You stole it from Silco?" Not letting an answer in, as her thoughts race to fill in the blanks with the worst possible scenario - and one that's familiar enough that it isn't too far of a reach. "How'd you do that and still stay alive? You work for him? Is that why you're in here?"
There was no transition: no process of getting to his feet. He was just sitting, then he was standing. He spat the ground between them. “I do not work for him.” …well, sure, being in here possibly more evidence of that.
“Something from you, now. Who are you to just like that say that name?”
That kind of movement's impressive - she's done her fair share of it, and it's been a long time since she's seen it mirrored like that. He's quick to bristle at the suggestion, too. That's ...something.
"It's a regular revolving door of whoever comes in here to beat the shit out of me, half of which are probably on Silco's payroll, so I make sure to tell 'em to thank their master for me. I spend a lot of time saying 'fuck Silco', and it's never not worth it."
The slow flex of fingers before curling into a fist - but no further movement.
"That enough for you, Doran? Or ...do you want something else?"
He shakes his head, slow and heavy. "That's enough. Sorry."
He doesn't raise his palms to her but they are open where they hang. He shuffles back into the wall. When he speaks, info freely given is a peace offering. "It's Silco's cronies put me here. They wanna know what I did with the shimmer. I told them outright. They don't believe me. I'm in here until I 'tell the truth'. So… y'know. If I can get a better idea than waiting for them to accept it… but spreading the truth is kinda the point."
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Huh. It takes her a moment, unsure at first if he's trying to catch her with wordplay, but it's not a riddle - it's ...yeah. That's a thing you can steal if you think about it the right way. "So you're a fast talker with fast hands. I can see it, I gue---."
A storm flickering - shadows of memories and a hard-swallow as her breath catches. "Shimmer. You stole it from Silco?" Not letting an answer in, as her thoughts race to fill in the blanks with the worst possible scenario - and one that's familiar enough that it isn't too far of a reach. "How'd you do that and still stay alive? You work for him? Is that why you're in here?"
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“Something from you, now. Who are you to just like that say that name?”
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"It's a regular revolving door of whoever comes in here to beat the shit out of me, half of which are probably on Silco's payroll, so I make sure to tell 'em to thank their master for me. I spend a lot of time saying 'fuck Silco', and it's never not worth it."
The slow flex of fingers before curling into a fist - but no further movement.
"That enough for you, Doran? Or ...do you want something else?"
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He doesn't raise his palms to her but they are open where they hang. He shuffles back into the wall. When he speaks, info freely given is a peace offering. "It's Silco's cronies put me here. They wanna know what I did with the shimmer. I told them outright. They don't believe me. I'm in here until I 'tell the truth'. So… y'know. If I can get a better idea than waiting for them to accept it… but spreading the truth is kinda the point."