[He responds seriously, even if the question was rhetorical. He really is thinking about it. He needs to be, even if the likely outcome is terrifying. Someone is fucking people up on his ship, and if he can't do anything else about any other part of his shitty life, he has to be able to do something with this.
Besides, he's got at least one thing going for him: he's an inmate. He has the luxury of not having to show any restraint.
He huffs softly, shaking his head.]
No one. Nobody I know. [He folds his arms across his bare chest and bites at a nail, thinking.]
...Visible targets, maybe. Big ones. Challenges, you know?
[Spam]
[He responds seriously, even if the question was rhetorical. He really is thinking about it. He needs to be, even if the likely outcome is terrifying. Someone is fucking people up on his ship, and if he can't do anything else about any other part of his shitty life, he has to be able to do something with this.
Besides, he's got at least one thing going for him: he's an inmate. He has the luxury of not having to show any restraint.
He huffs softly, shaking his head.]
No one. Nobody I know. [He folds his arms across his bare chest and bites at a nail, thinking.]
...Visible targets, maybe. Big ones. Challenges, you know?