Gus can't keep up with this at all. He's barely even trying anymore. He watches Croach's healing process with a dull stare, unable to look away.
"I..." he says slowly, "apologize... for shooting you. Twice." He draws a breath, attempting to steady his nerves. His fingers are twitching, away from the trigger, fortunately for everyone.
"I've never seen anything like you before," he murmurs, starting to get used to the idea. He kneels down, studying Croach with a more clinical eye. Disgusting. But utterly fascinating.
His fascination is interrupted by the familiar, terrifying rattling and growling, the sound he's already face enough for one day. He doesn't move apart from his eyes, drifting up to face the velociraptor -- or whatever the hell it is. The creature from Jurassic Park.
"Girl," he says under his breath, and he knows she won't like being called that, but he also knows she's seen it too. "Get back in the room. Very. Slowly."
Without moving his eyes from the dinosaur, he finishes reloading the gun. The velociraptor is less interested in him, and more in the wounded alien, whose guts are already spread around for it to smell. It slinks closer, its horrible claw tearing through the carpet.
"Croach," murmurs Gus. "Don't move."
It's close enough now that it's snuffling around Croach's antennae. Gus exhales slowly, then swings the gun up so the barrel is almost inside the creature's maw. He fires twice, and it shudders back and collapses, twitching, onto the floor.
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"I..." he says slowly, "apologize... for shooting you. Twice." He draws a breath, attempting to steady his nerves. His fingers are twitching, away from the trigger, fortunately for everyone.
"I've never seen anything like you before," he murmurs, starting to get used to the idea. He kneels down, studying Croach with a more clinical eye. Disgusting. But utterly fascinating.
His fascination is interrupted by the familiar, terrifying rattling and growling, the sound he's already face enough for one day. He doesn't move apart from his eyes, drifting up to face the velociraptor -- or whatever the hell it is. The creature from Jurassic Park.
"Girl," he says under his breath, and he knows she won't like being called that, but he also knows she's seen it too. "Get back in the room. Very. Slowly."
Without moving his eyes from the dinosaur, he finishes reloading the gun. The velociraptor is less interested in him, and more in the wounded alien, whose guts are already spread around for it to smell. It slinks closer, its horrible claw tearing through the carpet.
"Croach," murmurs Gus. "Don't move."
It's close enough now that it's snuffling around Croach's antennae. Gus exhales slowly, then swings the gun up so the barrel is almost inside the creature's maw. He fires twice, and it shudders back and collapses, twitching, onto the floor.