Jimmy only grins at the retort, grins and pulls on Kim's cigarette before offering it back—an easy motion, though his hand lingers. He figures Yelena must be pretty okay if she's up to being pedantic. It's basically a clean bill of health.
“Hey, fantastic!” he says to the news about the talisman, jumping the gun a little. The congratulations are heartfelt but on the perplexed side, and his confusion mounts—gives way to restless disbelief—as she goes on. It's not that it's hard to picture; it's just hard to picture without imagining a theatrical bolt of lightning striking the tower, or long corridors populated with jangling-limbed skeletons and black cats.
Sure, he remembers the Unwinding—those cold hands reaching out of the wall—but never if he can help it.
He forces a laugh. “How'd you beat it? Did you ask 'em if Van Halen was better with Roth or Hagar?” Surely a source of contentious debate.
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“Hey, fantastic!” he says to the news about the talisman, jumping the gun a little. The congratulations are heartfelt but on the perplexed side, and his confusion mounts—gives way to restless disbelief—as she goes on. It's not that it's hard to picture; it's just hard to picture without imagining a theatrical bolt of lightning striking the tower, or long corridors populated with jangling-limbed skeletons and black cats.
Sure, he remembers the Unwinding—those cold hands reaching out of the wall—but never if he can help it.
He forces a laugh. “How'd you beat it? Did you ask 'em if Van Halen was better with Roth or Hagar?” Surely a source of contentious debate.