Best not to ask what his idea of a bad time looks like. Most really wouldn't want to know.
That look of quiet amusement remains as he watches the other man rise from his seated position, though it's followed by the sharp click of tongue against teeth, a little shake of the head that seems to convey his feelings of vague disappointment without the use of words.
"Suit yourself. But a little violence never hurt anyone," and the crooked slant of his smile then, it's sharp and wry and knowing, "if nothing else, your talking will provide a fair distraction whilst I establish the best way to disable them."
Confident, yes. Cocky, certainly-- though internally he isn't so sure. Still doesn't know just how well this simulation 'knows' them, so to speak, whether it would be prepared for his particular skill-set. The lack of extra restraints could be seen as both promising or foreboding, depending on how one chooses to look at it. Underestimation of their capabilities, or a certainty so complete that there didn't appear to be any need. There's only one way, he supposes, to find out for sure.
But for the moment there's his unwilling cellmate's question to deal with, and with an air of detachment he shrugs.
"You and I were the only ones here upon my waking...if one can really call it that," he's never dealt with a simulation before, he has no idea what else to call it, "if I'd known it would be this tedious, I really wouldn't have bothered."
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That look of quiet amusement remains as he watches the other man rise from his seated position, though it's followed by the sharp click of tongue against teeth, a little shake of the head that seems to convey his feelings of vague disappointment without the use of words.
"Suit yourself. But a little violence never hurt anyone," and the crooked slant of his smile then, it's sharp and wry and knowing, "if nothing else, your talking will provide a fair distraction whilst I establish the best way to disable them."
Confident, yes. Cocky, certainly-- though internally he isn't so sure. Still doesn't know just how well this simulation 'knows' them, so to speak, whether it would be prepared for his particular skill-set. The lack of extra restraints could be seen as both promising or foreboding, depending on how one chooses to look at it. Underestimation of their capabilities, or a certainty so complete that there didn't appear to be any need. There's only one way, he supposes, to find out for sure.
But for the moment there's his unwilling cellmate's question to deal with, and with an air of detachment he shrugs.
"You and I were the only ones here upon my waking...if one can really call it that," he's never dealt with a simulation before, he has no idea what else to call it, "if I'd known it would be this tedious, I really wouldn't have bothered."