[ Before he starts struggling out of his suit coat, he tips his head to where his glasses sit on the table and then back to Roxy. ]
You can review the footage from my glasses. [ Later, when he isn't bleeding out, of course. It's a simple statement that communicates the enormity of his trust in each of them. He trusts Roxy with his first-person account of the mission, and he trusts with Peggy with the reveal that his glasses record and store encounters. Perhaps he should have mentioned it before now, particularly when he made use of the feature on his first mission for Cree, but trust comes piece-by-piece in their line of work. ]
[ Tear it off like a plaster, he tells himself. A giant, painful fucking plaster. Eggsy peels off his coat with difficulty, his left arm only pulling free with a hissed fuck. The remains of his jacket tumble to the ground in a heap, which he quickly stands to retrieve. He can hear Harry's voice in his head: A gentleman doesn't leave his suit on the floor. 'Course Eggsy doesn't do it much better, chucking it on the coffee table in a crumpled ball. Ain't like it's salvageable anyway.
He begins unbuttoning his white shirt, though his focus shifts to Peggy. This is the first he's hearing of a disguised bot. Jesus Christ. ]
Not near the classrooms. [ His brow furrows. ] The other models have been out and about before, but normally only one at a time, and I ain't ever seen them act like they did today. [ He takes a quick breath before he wrenches his (formerly) white shirt off, looses a few expletives, and promptly shoves the bunched material back on the gash. Definitely in need of stitches. ] Bloody terminators.
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You can review the footage from my glasses. [ Later, when he isn't bleeding out, of course. It's a simple statement that communicates the enormity of his trust in each of them. He trusts Roxy with his first-person account of the mission, and he trusts with Peggy with the reveal that his glasses record and store encounters. Perhaps he should have mentioned it before now, particularly when he made use of the feature on his first mission for Cree, but trust comes piece-by-piece in their line of work. ]
[ Tear it off like a plaster, he tells himself. A giant, painful fucking plaster. Eggsy peels off his coat with difficulty, his left arm only pulling free with a hissed fuck. The remains of his jacket tumble to the ground in a heap, which he quickly stands to retrieve. He can hear Harry's voice in his head: A gentleman doesn't leave his suit on the floor. 'Course Eggsy doesn't do it much better, chucking it on the coffee table in a crumpled ball. Ain't like it's salvageable anyway.
He begins unbuttoning his white shirt, though his focus shifts to Peggy. This is the first he's hearing of a disguised bot. Jesus Christ. ]
Not near the classrooms. [ His brow furrows. ] The other models have been out and about before, but normally only one at a time, and I ain't ever seen them act like they did today. [ He takes a quick breath before he wrenches his (formerly) white shirt off, looses a few expletives, and promptly shoves the bunched material back on the gash. Definitely in need of stitches. ] Bloody terminators.