[Mickey's not good at immediately discriminating between facetwins yet, and his first assumption is that it's Dillon. A very dirty, bloody Dillon, for some reason, but Dillon all the same.]
Hey.
[It's exceedingly, cautiously neutral. The last time he and Dillon spoke, they had sort of come to a silent mutual accord, but he does not really want to tip his hand one way or the other right now.
Until he spots the rifle and his eyes brighten.]
Shit -- where's everyone getting their hands on all these M-fucking-ones? 'Zat from Barnes?
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Hey.
[It's exceedingly, cautiously neutral. The last time he and Dillon spoke, they had sort of come to a silent mutual accord, but he does not really want to tip his hand one way or the other right now.
Until he spots the rifle and his eyes brighten.]
Shit -- where's everyone getting their hands on all these M-fucking-ones? 'Zat from Barnes?