Party might not have any of those, but he has a focused stare that would make most people uncomfortable. A very direct "I don't trust you until you give me good reason, and even then it's only temporary" statement summarized in a single look.
He takes the jar and opens it, giving it a sniff. As sweet as shittiest candy and soda they shove into their faces when they can, but a loss less non-chemicaly smelling. At least that's how he'd describe it if he was here to make conversation.
Just a dumb flunky, that's him. Amos shrugs and nods. Party's stare doesn't bother him one whit. He's faced down worse and tougher...or at least crazier. "The goods?"
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He takes the jar and opens it, giving it a sniff. As sweet as shittiest candy and soda they shove into their faces when they can, but a loss less non-chemicaly smelling. At least that's how he'd describe it if he was here to make conversation.
"How'd you get it?"
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Just a dumb flunky, that's him. Amos shrugs and nods. Party's stare doesn't bother him one whit. He's faced down worse and tougher...or at least crazier. "The goods?"