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Mr. Charles Greene
The American's face only grew more and more deadpan as he watched each of his colorful 'characters' jabber back and forth across the table - from his dear Angelica saying no small part how she felt, to Volkov admitting no knowledge of firearms, to Mr. Green (what a coincidence) drunkenly muttering about elephants, to Mrs. Flannery not-so-subtly expressing some "thanks" that they seemed to know what they were doing. He did give a polite and grateful nod to Kannika when she stepped in and introduced herself, the young woman immediately turning Angelica's head.
As Peter put forth his objections towards having an uninitiated gunman on their little trek, Charles drummed fingers against the table. They expected a clear leadership, and he wouldn't mind giving it.
"I think that your point is well taken. I've seen more than one man find himself on the business end of a firearm he didn't know how to use properly. Mrs. Volkov, it seems I'll have to retract the offer of a firearm, though I believe that perhaps there's a compromise that can be made. Now - if all parties are willing, Mrs. Volkov, perhaps one of these kind men could teach you to use a firearm safely in the three days we'll be regrouping supplies. Would that satisfy the both of you?" Charles offered, opening his hands to the both of them. "It need not be you, of course, but Mr. Green might, or one of our auxillaries."
Charles hoped that the offer could be sussed out. After all, it never hurt to have someone else around who knew how to fire a gun, and if she could protect herself, all the better - he'd be paying two for the price of one, in that case, with her manning a firearm as well as a pencil.
@Red Thunder @Kuno
The American's face only grew more and more deadpan as he watched each of his colorful 'characters' jabber back and forth across the table - from his dear Angelica saying no small part how she felt, to Volkov admitting no knowledge of firearms, to Mr. Green (what a coincidence) drunkenly muttering about elephants, to Mrs. Flannery not-so-subtly expressing some "thanks" that they seemed to know what they were doing. He did give a polite and grateful nod to Kannika when she stepped in and introduced herself, the young woman immediately turning Angelica's head.
As Peter put forth his objections towards having an uninitiated gunman on their little trek, Charles drummed fingers against the table. They expected a clear leadership, and he wouldn't mind giving it.
"I think that your point is well taken. I've seen more than one man find himself on the business end of a firearm he didn't know how to use properly. Mrs. Volkov, it seems I'll have to retract the offer of a firearm, though I believe that perhaps there's a compromise that can be made. Now - if all parties are willing, Mrs. Volkov, perhaps one of these kind men could teach you to use a firearm safely in the three days we'll be regrouping supplies. Would that satisfy the both of you?" Charles offered, opening his hands to the both of them. "It need not be you, of course, but Mr. Green might, or one of our auxillaries."
Charles hoped that the offer could be sussed out. After all, it never hurt to have someone else around who knew how to fire a gun, and if she could protect herself, all the better - he'd be paying two for the price of one, in that case, with her manning a firearm as well as a pencil.
@Red Thunder @Kuno