[Not moving. Definitely staring. Disks hum at a bright, high pitch, more steady than the rattling of errors emerging from the program's throat. Wash is here. Here, and functioning—no visible damage, though Rinzler knows the user better than to assume too much from a first glance.
Here, and leveling a gun at him.
Under the circumstances, it might not be entirely surprising. Or, Wash could be a memory glitch. Or a shadow. Or, assuming the same of him. Slowly, Rinzler moves his hands together. If the user doesn't verbally object, he'll merge both weapons to a single disk. Attempt: de-escalation... though the weapon remains ready.
Talking is, as always, a secondary concern. But he'll try.]
Status?
[The word is short, harsh, and faintly electronic.]
no subject
Here, and leveling a gun at him.
Under the circumstances, it might not be entirely surprising. Or, Wash could be a memory glitch. Or a shadow. Or, assuming the same of him. Slowly, Rinzler moves his hands together. If the user doesn't verbally object, he'll merge both weapons to a single disk. Attempt: de-escalation... though the weapon remains ready.
Talking is, as always, a secondary concern. But he'll try.]
Status?
[The word is short, harsh, and faintly electronic.]