Despite having three guns pointed at him, he's feeling pretty good about his odds here. Two of the guys look like some level of shit. There's blood coming from somewhere on one of them- the one who's got his package, so at least that one seems like he'd be easy pickings. OK thinks he could mow the two new ones down pretty quickly, but Ohio is another story.
He's not too comfortable with his prospects in that case, but he did just see Ohio take down a hunter with a sniper, so. You know. What could possibly be more of an optimism killer there.
The attitude isn't helping his comfort levels much. OK is irritated, enough to want to gesture angrily at Ohio while he answers, but he doesn't feel like he can spare a hand long enough to do so. "Okay, first off, yes, he is, and secondly, I'm getting out of here. Don't fucking rush me. And you-"
His attention turns back to Saunders, ignoring the question. "Take your weird little backpack machine off. It's a bomb." ...It's not, but if it gets him to actually do it...
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He's not too comfortable with his prospects in that case, but he did just see Ohio take down a hunter with a sniper, so. You know. What could possibly be more of an optimism killer there.
The attitude isn't helping his comfort levels much. OK is irritated, enough to want to gesture angrily at Ohio while he answers, but he doesn't feel like he can spare a hand long enough to do so. "Okay, first off, yes, he is, and secondly, I'm getting out of here. Don't fucking rush me. And you-"
His attention turns back to Saunders, ignoring the question. "Take your weird little backpack machine off. It's a bomb." ...It's not, but if it gets him to actually do it...