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[i]Donny brought his gun into view, hefting it up to rest atop his right shoulder. Definitely a hand cannon, but he was no longer pointing it at her.[/i]

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[i]His left hand was back relaxing in his coat pocket though, no doubt within the reach of many nasty things. As he talked, he began walking in wide, slow circles around the girl. The gunshot was going to draw attention, but whether or not some hero tried to climb or grapple onto the roof, Donny wanted it to be a crapshoot for them. Oddly though, he seemed not the slightest bit concerned about an ambush.[/i]

[color=f26522]"Yah owe him nawthin'. Yah owe me nawthin' either, but least Ah don't harass yah on sight. So missus, I'd like tuh know if Mistuh Red Clah has any close friends. A lady, puhhaps? Whadda 'baowt thah one I saw back theyah? Does he care fuh her?"[/color]