[He's almost ready to start moving toward the door when she asks, and he has to set his briefcase back down and look at her for a moment before responding.]
Mostly bladed weapons, including longer ranges ones, but there's also escrima sticks, a collapsible staff, and an assortment of these-- [And suddenly there are silver batarangs in her hand, held between her fingers.]
They're basically stun grenades, tasers, smoke bombs, freeze grenades, et cetera, depending with what they're labelled.
[She throws a deactivated freez-a-rang so it sticks in the desk next to Saul's briefcase, so he can have a look; the centre of the batarang is a light blue coloured cartridge, which is apparently what she means by "labelled".]
[The mention of "bladed weapons" makes him wrinkle his nose — too messy, no thank you. The batarangs catch his attention, though. They could be useful.
But he flinches when she throws it, then tosses her a Look. Steph. That briefcase is real leather. Watch it.]
I'm good with darts, but I don't know... [He trails off and approaches the desk, carefully plucking the object from its surface.]
[The batarangs she had disappear back into her sleeves as she walks over to Saul, taking the batarang from him once he's had a chance to look at it. Then she demonstrates how to activate it, before just lazily tossing it at the far wall, where, after a few seconds, there's a sort of crack, and thick ice crawls about four feet up the wall.
[He's not convinced. He walks over to the wall, hesitantly reaches out, and touches the not-straight-up-ice. It sure feels like ice. Maybe there's some molecular difference, or something.
[He notices her word choice and is almost tempted to ask, but doesn't. He doesn't have to.]
But I appreciate that you've given me options. Those are the only things I could use, I think. I'm not a fan of blades and you're probably not supposed to use a staff like a baseball bat, right?
You can use a staff however you want. [which technically isn't true, but things like technique are for people who can afford to be fussy.] But I get it.
Uh, no. I think I'll stick with my gun for now. Anyway, I'm gonna hit the road.
[All this talk of weaponry, on the heels of what they just discussed, is making him a little uncomfortable. It doesn't show, though — instead, he smiles. It's not really a happy look. It's appreciative.]
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[There are stupid questions, and then there are questions that would seem stupid only out of context.
He has to make sure.]
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Anything that isn't furniture.
[The furniture is safe.
And then she's quiet for a moment, considering him, deciding whether she wants to make the next offer.
Eventually:] You wanna know where the weapons are?
[Just in case.
Apparently she trusts him enough to tell him.]
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What kinds of weapons are we talking about?
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They're basically stun grenades, tasers, smoke bombs, freeze grenades, et cetera, depending with what they're labelled.
[She throws a deactivated freez-a-rang so it sticks in the desk next to Saul's briefcase, so he can have a look; the centre of the batarang is a light blue coloured cartridge, which is apparently what she means by "labelled".]
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But he flinches when she throws it, then tosses her a Look. Steph. That briefcase is real leather. Watch it.]
I'm good with darts, but I don't know... [He trails off and approaches the desk, carefully plucking the object from its surface.]
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You don't neeed to throw 'em. Watch.
[The batarangs she had disappear back into her sleeves as she walks over to Saul, taking the batarang from him once he's had a chance to look at it. Then she demonstrates how to activate it, before just lazily tossing it at the far wall, where, after a few seconds, there's a sort of crack, and thick ice crawls about four feet up the wall.
She grins at Saul.]
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...speaking of chill.
Saul raises his eyebrows, impressed.]
Huh. And that — I mean, freezing someone. Isn't that kind of deadly?
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Because she remembers Damian's face when she froze him.]
Depends how long you leave them frozen. This stuff isn't straight up ice.
[It melts at a lower temperature, for one.]
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Ugh. Science.]
So none of these are deadly?
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[Or cut an artery with the sharp ones, or choked someone on a goop-a-rang, but she thinks he'll get the point.]
Bats aren't supposed to kill.
[Normally she'd say don't, but she proved that wrong.]
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[He notices her word choice and is almost tempted to ask, but doesn't. He doesn't have to.]
But I appreciate that you've given me options. Those are the only things I could use, I think. I'm not a fan of blades and you're probably not supposed to use a staff like a baseball bat, right?
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[She knows.]
You can use a staff however you want. [which technically isn't true, but things like technique are for people who can afford to be fussy.] But I get it.
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[Priorities, Saul!!]
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[kanyeshrug]
Want me to get you an actual baseball bat?
[Steph stop giving people weaponry.]
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Uh, no. I think I'll stick with my gun for now. Anyway, I'm gonna hit the road.
[All this talk of weaponry, on the heels of what they just discussed, is making him a little uncomfortable. It doesn't show, though — instead, he smiles. It's not really a happy look. It's appreciative.]
Thank you.
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[Look she gave weapons to Ellie and that went awesome, clearly it's a suitable offer to make.]
No problem. I'll see you around.
[But will he see her.
Because stalking is a sign of affection, with Bats.]