Well, at the very least, there's clarification on his earlier delusional assumptions.
The comment doesn't get much of a reaction. There's a slight change in his expression, not flustered or embarrassed but ... confused, mostly, an arch of his brow and little else. It's an odd comment to be making about someone like him - it's not like he wears any clothing, so there's literally nothing left to the imagination that would warrant what he can only assume is a flirtatious invitation. It's not like there's any other way to interpret that comment. What a strange man this bounty hunter is.
Or just, of course, delusional. Possibly from blood loss. Very likely prognosis at this rate, judging by the swaying posture and temperature drop. If he does pass out, at least it's easier to treat a bump on the head from falling face first onto an old truck than any sharp glass or shrapnel.
At any rate, it seems as though there's little point in hiding his true motives anymore. It's the first time in a long time (that he can remember,) where he's felt a sense of guilt over his selfishness. But there's little point in continuing a lie when others are clearly seeing through his bullshit, and since he did help him already, he does have the benefit of a favour owed on his side. With a little hesitation, he reaches over the top of the truck, fingersstretched to activate the hologram image projection on his palm. It's glitchy, but eventually an outdated archive photo appears.
"I want you to do your job." His voice his firm, but there's a sense of urgency in his tone as he speaks. "This man is in your files, among your list of contracts. I need you to rest and fully recover from your injuries, so that you don't die before you can find him, and so I can kill him before you do."
He deactivates the hologram, withdrawing his hand back to drum his fingers along the top of the truck. "For the record, as charming as you are, you couldn't handle me."
it's not very effective ...
The comment doesn't get much of a reaction. There's a slight change in his expression, not flustered or embarrassed but ... confused, mostly, an arch of his brow and little else. It's an odd comment to be making about someone like him - it's not like he wears any clothing, so there's literally nothing left to the imagination that would warrant what he can only assume is a flirtatious invitation. It's not like there's any other way to interpret that comment. What a strange man this bounty hunter is.
Or just, of course, delusional. Possibly from blood loss. Very likely prognosis at this rate, judging by the swaying posture and temperature drop. If he does pass out, at least it's easier to treat a bump on the head from falling face first onto an old truck than any sharp glass or shrapnel.
At any rate, it seems as though there's little point in hiding his true motives anymore. It's the first time in a long time (that he can remember,) where he's felt a sense of guilt over his selfishness. But there's little point in continuing a lie when others are clearly seeing through his bullshit, and since he did help him already, he does have the benefit of a favour owed on his side. With a little hesitation, he reaches over the top of the truck, fingersstretched to activate the hologram image projection on his palm. It's glitchy, but eventually an outdated archive photo appears.
"I want you to do your job." His voice his firm, but there's a sense of urgency in his tone as he speaks. "This man is in your files, among your list of contracts. I need you to rest and fully recover from your injuries, so that you don't die before you can find him, and so I can kill him before you do."
He deactivates the hologram, withdrawing his hand back to drum his fingers along the top of the truck. "For the record, as charming as you are, you couldn't handle me."