"Appreciate the gesture of concern.“
Tequila snorted as he chuckled, the sound wry and his expression bore very little humor as well. Why was it that no matter his results, people had a tendency to judge his choices? It hardly mattered, but he still offered a little shake of his head as he set that shotgun to rest upon his shoulder.
"Next time I’ll be sure to.”
“I meant no offense, kid. I’m just confused about why you’d bring that to a museum in the middle of the night.”
A southern boy with a shotgun in the Met. He was clearly dealing with someone from Statesman, which only added more complications to his evening.
“Well, that and why you’re even in the museum at this hour.”