[It's hissed both at the stuck window and the unsatisfying tick the lock makes when he turns the key, rather than the clunk he's used to.]
Gonna buy some time. Hold tight.
[Then he's off, faster than his usual leisurely stroll.]
[It's not long before he steps back into view, lopsided, now lugging a battered toolkit and a canteen.]
Here.
[He tries shoving the canteen through the crack above the window. He's got a metal straw if it won't fit, but he'd rather it not come to that. Granted, given their shit luck so far, what's one more inconvenience?]
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[It's hissed both at the stuck window and the unsatisfying tick the lock makes when he turns the key, rather than the clunk he's used to.]
Gonna buy some time. Hold tight.
[Then he's off, faster than his usual leisurely stroll.]
[It's not long before he steps back into view, lopsided, now lugging a battered toolkit and a canteen.]
Here.
[He tries shoving the canteen through the crack above the window. He's got a metal straw if it won't fit, but he'd rather it not come to that. Granted, given their shit luck so far, what's one more inconvenience?]