[Al raises a brow, pacing over towards Rinka's seat. Pistol still resting lazily in his off-hand, he drums the digits of his other across her desk-top.
His next question is low and almost contemplative:]
How long you think you could keep that up for in one go? Without faltering.
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[Al raises a brow, pacing over towards Rinka's seat. Pistol still resting lazily in his off-hand, he drums the digits of his other across her desk-top.
His next question is low and almost contemplative:]
How long you think you could keep that up for in one go? Without faltering.