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Lionel sneered at Dorothy's faux-sweet suggestion. Those sorts of passive-aggressive quips had always pissed him off. What, are you to jī fènbiàn to come out and state your real opinion? Or is it just that you want to preserve your image so badly that you'll resort to shallow non-attacks rather than taking a hard-line stance? But if growing up in a Core Planet, and making your way up through the echelons of society from the bottom did one thing, it gave you thick skin towards such assaults. At corporate or bourgeoisie parties, such insults were more common than after dinner mints.

However, when the comms went off, his face changed from irascible to something sterner, harder. He took his hand off the bottler and shifted his body forward in his chair, but didn't do much else visibly. He didn't head off with Daphne and Gideon to the commotion. He was a terrible shot and having a 50 year old man like him in a firefight would only serve to hinder the crew of the Vengeance. No, he would stay on the ship. If any cocksucker showed up here, they would have to work in his range, up close and personal. When Dorothy left, he got up out of his chair and pulled out his Knife. He moved closer to hear what was going on, but was greeted by a lot of indistinguishable gunfire. 

Well looks like it was a smarter idea to stay on the ship than he thought.