Tal looked over at the introductions with a slight flinch at realizing he'd been discourteous at forgetting to join in... but it wasn't the first time, and wouldn't be the last. He shrugged, doubling down on it rather than admit he'd made a mistake out loud, and gave Deimos a wry grin. "Since I helped fuck up one of the other targets, I should probably repair the others to make up for it." The look he shot Sah had perhaps a dash of smugness and a pinch of challenge in the mix.
"Good luck with the inventory, Jester!"
And with that Tal trotted over to the soldiers milling about materials Deimos had assembled. Not even trying to take command of them, the courier simply snagged the top target off the 'wounded' pile and began fiddling with it, trying to get the limbs securely reattached before trying anything more artistic.
Tal proceeds to be a little shit and claims target duty! How hard can sticking some limbs back on these poor bastards be?
"Good luck with the inventory, Jester!"
And with that Tal trotted over to the soldiers milling about materials Deimos had assembled. Not even trying to take command of them, the courier simply snagged the top target off the 'wounded' pile and began fiddling with it, trying to get the limbs securely reattached before trying anything more artistic.
Tal proceeds to be a little shit and claims target duty! How hard can sticking some limbs back on these poor bastards be?
