*Samus receives the weapon with care, and a similar lack of apparent strain at its heft. Not that Officer Austin's apparent ease goes unnoticed, but for the moment much of her attention is focused on the device itself. Habit steers fingers away from anything that might be a trigger while she checks the weapon--determining whether or not it is currently loaded, checking for signs of wear and tear, and at length sighting along the barrel. Inspection done, she flashes Officer Austin a smile just as sincere as his own.*
Oh, me? I'm a collector--I find something that interests me, and I just have to have it. It's a pity you've lost so much of this one's story. One does wonder, though, how something like this falls into the hands of someone from late-twentieth century Earth. Crash landing? Failed invasion? Or did you find it here?
*Surely, her observations and questions are perfectly innocent. Surely.*
no subject
*Samus receives the weapon with care, and a similar lack of apparent strain at its heft. Not that Officer Austin's apparent ease goes unnoticed, but for the moment much of her attention is focused on the device itself. Habit steers fingers away from anything that might be a trigger while she checks the weapon--determining whether or not it is currently loaded, checking for signs of wear and tear, and at length sighting along the barrel. Inspection done, she flashes Officer Austin a smile just as sincere as his own.*
Oh, me? I'm a collector--I find something that interests me, and I just have to have it. It's a pity you've lost so much of this one's story. One does wonder, though, how something like this falls into the hands of someone from late-twentieth century Earth. Crash landing? Failed invasion? Or did you find it here?
*Surely, her observations and questions are perfectly innocent. Surely.*