Colin laughs right along with Meta at the observation, and he grins. "I don't think the word's in my vocabulary," he says. "It gets me in trouble around the civvies. Happens all the time."
He can appreciate a good joke, a good observation. The Meta may be a little rough around the edges, but Colin gets the feeling that he's just not had a crew that recognizes his strengths, his proper interactions. Sadly, Colin's fairly sure that neither of them will find that here in the Bastion.
With the Meta's handling of the shells, Colin grins and nods. "I think only Paar can appreciate the testing of weaponry so close to the living space. And sadly, our target range isn't built for heavy weapons. Just small arms. And that..."
Colin gestures to the Brute Shot. "Is as heavy a weapon as a soul can carry. The kill range on those shells is roughly ten meters. Shock range is ninety meters, give or take five. Don't drop them at your feet, in other words."
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He can appreciate a good joke, a good observation. The Meta may be a little rough around the edges, but Colin gets the feeling that he's just not had a crew that recognizes his strengths, his proper interactions. Sadly, Colin's fairly sure that neither of them will find that here in the Bastion.
With the Meta's handling of the shells, Colin grins and nods. "I think only Paar can appreciate the testing of weaponry so close to the living space. And sadly, our target range isn't built for heavy weapons. Just small arms. And that..."
Colin gestures to the Brute Shot. "Is as heavy a weapon as a soul can carry. The kill range on those shells is roughly ten meters. Shock range is ninety meters, give or take five. Don't drop them at your feet, in other words."