[He fights a bit to repeat the name exactly as he'd heard it, his Russian accent which he'd managed to keep well hidden until this moment suddenly coming out just a bit.
He raises an eyebrow at the request but can't think of any reason to deny it.]
Hmm, okay. I wouldn't think engraving a moving target would be too easy anyway. Not if you want anything legible. [He straightens up, spinning the knife in his hand impatiently.] You have any idea what their 'encouragement' might en-Ah! Blyat*!
[Unfortunately, wearing the spacesuit meant his clothing was all one piece, but he doesn't even hesitate to undo the front of it in order to pull his left arm out of the suit to see what had just caused the sudden jolt of pain in his arm. He blinks at the streak of smeared blood from an inexplicable cut on his forearm.] The fuck?
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[He fights a bit to repeat the name exactly as he'd heard it, his Russian accent which he'd managed to keep well hidden until this moment suddenly coming out just a bit.
He raises an eyebrow at the request but can't think of any reason to deny it.]
Hmm, okay. I wouldn't think engraving a moving target would be too easy anyway. Not if you want anything legible. [He straightens up, spinning the knife in his hand impatiently.] You have any idea what their 'encouragement' might en-Ah! Blyat*!
[Unfortunately, wearing the spacesuit meant his clothing was all one piece, but he doesn't even hesitate to undo the front of it in order to pull his left arm out of the suit to see what had just caused the sudden jolt of pain in his arm. He blinks at the streak of smeared blood from an inexplicable cut on his forearm.] The fuck?