[ Instinctively his hand goes to his hip, but there's no holster. No gun. Just nothing and he whirls around. He looks more grumpy than actually angry. But it's Vasquez so he's not entirely sure what he expected here. At least he isn't doing it again. Or rather he hopes not. ]
Kinda? I dunno.
[ Luckily he gets what he was trying to do. Sorta. But still he's rattled and his brain is going so damn fast. ]
Lighter. No one's poking me.
[ But before he can keep going he pokes again and he smacks his hand away. ]
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Kinda? I dunno.
[ Luckily he gets what he was trying to do. Sorta. But still he's rattled and his brain is going so damn fast. ]
Lighter. No one's poking me.
[ But before he can keep going he pokes again and he smacks his hand away. ]
Stop it. Ya made your point. Don't poke me again.