[Ben rolls his eyes briefly and manages to untangle himself from the little hovel, standing to pull his socks and boots on. He doesn't bother with the dress jacket, but slips the holster on over his shoulders.]
Are we going back to the chair? Call me crazy, but I don't think formal-wear is necessary for torture.
[He throws the jacket over his shoulder, and stuffs a hand in his pocket.]
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Are we going back to the chair? Call me crazy, but I don't think formal-wear is necessary for torture.
[He throws the jacket over his shoulder, and stuffs a hand in his pocket.]