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Malcolm opened his mouth to correct Angel's assumption that he was a hostage, that Malcolm actually cared what he did at this point, but closed it before he even began to speak the words. This situation could be easily turned to his advantage, why throw away that opportunity for the sake of apathy? Besides, engineers tended to be useful. Even mouthy ones. But the job offers could wait till he was off this fucking ship, if this guy made it that far.
"How about you open this door, I get my limbs, you get me off this ship, then I let you go?" he offered with a raise of one red eyebrow and an intentionally suggestive shift of the gun on his shoulder. Not that he would actually waste charge on killing Angel, mind. The trick was making it look like he would.
"How about you open this door, I get my limbs, you get me off this ship, then I let you go?" he offered with a raise of one red eyebrow and an intentionally suggestive shift of the gun on his shoulder. Not that he would actually waste charge on killing Angel, mind. The trick was making it look like he would.