EPIC DARNOLD REVEAL?
Gordon looks at the man currently lumping a glop of alfredo pasta onto his own plate.
"Dude, what're you even doing here, I thought you said you were gonna go home after the whole Black Mesa thing?"
"Oh! I, uh, I was! But, it seems like there were other plans in store for us, and now I'm here."
"Oh, okay. Uh, cool."
Darnold goes to hand the serving spoon to Gordon. Gordon watches him pause when his eyes land on his right arm. There's a beat of silence.
"That doesn't look like the arm I gave you."
"Yeah, uh, this one was issued to me, after. Wouldn't want a...cranky, one-armed guy going to a prosthetist and spilling all them Black Mesa secrets, huh?"
Darnold looks slightly disappointed.
"Oh. Well. Is it, is it any good?"
Gordon looks down at his arm. Two pulses to switch from the pointing mode it'd found itself in. Reach for the spoon. One pulse to close it around the spoon. Thankfully, this goes off without a hitch. He clicks his wrist into position.
"...yeah, yeah it's okay I guess."












