[ Lalo fixes his gaze first on Kim, trying to hold her gaze if she's willing to meet his. If she does, she'll notice him quirk his eyebrows up and down at her. Maybe suggestively, maybe jokingly, maybe for some kind of emphasis. Hard to say.
When Saul starts speaking, though, Lalo immediately flicks his head in Saul's direction. His eyes, too, move from Kim and attempt to lock with Saul's, if Saul is willing to--
¡Ay Dios Mio! NOPE. Never mind. Lalo rubs his face with his hands in an almost cartoonish gesture of frustration. there's that mouth, going off again. Sunday school. Old hotel. What. There has to be useful information in there somewhere, but who could ever decipher which part? Lalo briefly contemplates shooting himself in the face to get away from Saul's constant onslaught of words. Instead, he pulls his hands away from his face and lifts them both up in a mock gesture of pretend defeat.
At least he doesn't seem angry anymore, just... overwhelmed, maybe. But amused, too. ]
Okay, okay. Thank you, Saul. But let's do this one thing at a time. First things first, do you have any chairs I can sit in? Let's start with that. Getting kinda tired of standing. You know.
[ Usually he'd just flop down into whatever was available, but hey. He did just hold a gun to one of their heads. Can't hurt to be a little polite. And, more importantly, it will hopefully get them both into a flow of question-and-answer that will more easily allow him to monopolize the conversation. ]
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When Saul starts speaking, though, Lalo immediately flicks his head in Saul's direction. His eyes, too, move from Kim and attempt to lock with Saul's, if Saul is willing to--
¡Ay Dios Mio! NOPE. Never mind. Lalo rubs his face with his hands in an almost cartoonish gesture of frustration. there's that mouth, going off again. Sunday school. Old hotel. What. There has to be useful information in there somewhere, but who could ever decipher which part? Lalo briefly contemplates shooting himself in the face to get away from Saul's constant onslaught of words. Instead, he pulls his hands away from his face and lifts them both up in a mock gesture of pretend defeat.
At least he doesn't seem angry anymore, just... overwhelmed, maybe. But amused, too. ]
Okay, okay. Thank you, Saul. But let's do this one thing at a time. First things first, do you have any chairs I can sit in? Let's start with that. Getting kinda tired of standing. You know.
[ Usually he'd just flop down into whatever was available, but hey. He did just hold a gun to one of their heads. Can't hurt to be a little polite. And, more importantly, it will hopefully get them both into a flow of question-and-answer that will more easily allow him to monopolize the conversation. ]