They tilt their head, then glance back at the corpse. Sad. They drop their hand at their side, casually flicking the lighter as they watch Venkman work. They like this person, even if he does make weird jokes that they don't always understand.
Click. Click. Click.]
Hudda mmmph mmmrhmph hrmmnd?
[They point at Venkman questioningly. In their line of work, corpses just clean themselves up. There's no real question of where they go or what happens to them afterwards, and the mercenaries certainly don't stop to shuffle through the person's belongings. What's he planning to accomplish here?]
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so no fire?They tilt their head, then glance back at the corpse. Sad. They drop their hand at their side, casually flicking the lighter as they watch Venkman work. They like this person, even if he does make weird jokes that they don't always understand.
Click. Click. Click.]
Hudda mmmph mmmrhmph hrmmnd?
[They point at Venkman questioningly. In their line of work, corpses just clean themselves up. There's no real question of where they go or what happens to them afterwards, and the mercenaries certainly don't stop to shuffle through the person's belongings. What's he planning to accomplish here?]