[He can't help his smug smirk when she laughs at the joke, always enjoying it when people seem to appreciate him for his humour. Cursing when he has to put a hand out to stop himself going into the front seat of the car, he stretches out of the car to unleash his lanky frame, peering at the store in front of them.]
I don't think those are hideous.
[That's a fairly complimentary thing to say, as far as Vasquez is concerned, glancing to the mannequins.]
Vests would be good, and some nice bold colours. This one, I like this one. [He says, pointing to the first one that she's pointed to, Mr. A Mannequin.]
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I don't think those are hideous.
[That's a fairly complimentary thing to say, as far as Vasquez is concerned, glancing to the mannequins.]
Vests would be good, and some nice bold colours. This one, I like this one. [He says, pointing to the first one that she's pointed to, Mr. A Mannequin.]