[ Hm... so they don't always respond to verbal commands alone. Qubit makes a note of that. The one with real force behind it still hits him, but a little less strongly this time. Because he's prepared for it, or because Carlisle's trying to exclude him? Most likely a little of both, he thinks.
He can read the question in Carlisle's gaze, and answers with an expression that's not precisely displeased. ]
Better, I think. We can work on it.
[ Anyway, let's open this bad boy up! Qubit turns the handle and pulls the double doors open. And our reward for all this trouble is....?
Beer.
Pallets and pallets of beer. (And some suspicious unlabeled crates, and a few skeletons, but mostly beer.) His shoulders slump in disbelief. ]
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He can read the question in Carlisle's gaze, and answers with an expression that's not precisely displeased. ]
Better, I think. We can work on it.
[ Anyway, let's open this bad boy up! Qubit turns the handle and pulls the double doors open. And our reward for all this trouble is....?
Beer.
Pallets and pallets of beer. (And some suspicious unlabeled crates, and a few skeletons, but mostly beer.) His shoulders slump in disbelief. ]
Are you kidding me?!