Guybrush reacted predictably, or as predictably as possible considering the blood slicking the halls. Javert supposed he ought to be grateful the man even kept showing up to Search and Rescue missions, but it was difficult given the circumstances.
He frowned slightly--yes, the man had mentioned something about special trousers before, hadn't he? Sometime during one of his myriad ramblings. He probably should have paid more attention, but it had been difficult to filter for "trousers" considering the man's tendency to veer off all too happily onto the subject of his darling wife. Not that he'd particularly wanted to filter for "trousers" at the time.
He was getting off course himself.
"It doesn't look like it'll get any better," he said. "Threepwood, this is Mlle. Ema Skye. She'll be accompanying us tonight. Mlle. Skye, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate, or so he claims."
With the introductions done, he turned for the stairs. It would be easy enough to talk while they were walking.
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He frowned slightly--yes, the man had mentioned something about special trousers before, hadn't he? Sometime during one of his myriad ramblings. He probably should have paid more attention, but it had been difficult to filter for "trousers" considering the man's tendency to veer off all too happily onto the subject of his darling wife. Not that he'd particularly wanted to filter for "trousers" at the time.
He was getting off course himself.
"It doesn't look like it'll get any better," he said. "Threepwood, this is Mlle. Ema Skye. She'll be accompanying us tonight. Mlle. Skye, Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate, or so he claims."
With the introductions done, he turned for the stairs. It would be easy enough to talk while they were walking.