César was not even remotely prepared for that. And he couldn't have been. Johnny's statement adds to the growing list of potential future horrors. Vivisection?!
"At least that. ... People who die get tucked into bed and awaken at 6 AM the next morning." He sighs quietly, half-glancing towards Watson before cleaning out the rest of his pockets.
Not having anymore to say on that subject, César lets the other two talk as he empties the rest of his pockets. Right stomach: wallet, two cell phones (his own and the ship's), passports (Argentine, Mexican), and a small insulated pill case. Left stomach: custom multitool, phone charger cable, soldering pen, and a small key fob.
And then, very carefully, he reaches into the hidden inside left pocket and pulls out something that looks like... a tuning fork. This, he puts down extremely carefully. He then points to it and looks between them both.
"Do not touch this. It induces unconsciousness." Clearly, a 'weapon' in that regard; he stares at it for a moment, then adds, raising his voice. "My pockets are clear."
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"At least that. ... People who die get tucked into bed and awaken at 6 AM the next morning." He sighs quietly, half-glancing towards Watson before cleaning out the rest of his pockets.
Not having anymore to say on that subject, César lets the other two talk as he empties the rest of his pockets. Right stomach: wallet, two cell phones (his own and the ship's), passports (Argentine, Mexican), and a small insulated pill case. Left stomach: custom multitool, phone charger cable, soldering pen, and a small key fob.
And then, very carefully, he reaches into the hidden inside left pocket and pulls out something that looks like... a tuning fork. This, he puts down extremely carefully. He then points to it and looks between them both.
"Do not touch this. It induces unconsciousness." Clearly, a 'weapon' in that regard; he stares at it for a moment, then adds, raising his voice. "My pockets are clear."