"Space." Enter repeated softly, reaching to take the gun from Joe's hand, holding it gingerly by the stock between two fingers and his thumb. "Is that so? Perhaps I should adjust my priorities?" He looked up at Joe again, meeting his eyes for a moment.
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Date: 2012-10-27 02:46 pm (UTC)"The final frontier, is it not? Trés bien!"