[He watches without comment as she starts digging around in her bag again. No, don't tell him...
...Oh, wow. She does. His eyebrows practically shoot through the ceiling.]
You just have those on you? Out in public?
[Oh, but his image though.
His image!
Wait, why does he care about his image again?
He's stuck in a box with a man who wants to kill him and a bunch of people who refuse to admit any wrongdoing while Ramon has spent this entire time writhing in regret from the beginning.
After some several moments of internal debate, he sighs in defeat as if she'd spent the last half-hour trying to peer-pressure him. He holds his hand out, palm up.]
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...Oh, wow. She does. His eyebrows practically shoot through the ceiling.]
You just have those on you? Out in public?
[Oh, but his image though.
His image!
Wait, why does he care about his image again?
He's stuck in a box with a man who wants to kill him and a bunch of people who refuse to admit any wrongdoing while Ramon has spent this entire time writhing in regret from the beginning.
After some several moments of internal debate, he sighs in defeat as if she'd spent the last half-hour trying to peer-pressure him. He holds his hand out, palm up.]
Fine, I'll take one.