[He's been dehydrated before. Not the standard, day-to-day, might-shoot-you-for-a-jug-of-water kind, but the kind where your eyes sink back into your head, where your skin peels and spots flash in front of your eyes, the kind where you can't walk straight and you stumble face-first into the dirt. The same's probably true for Jet.]
[Better if they skip that part.]
[Kobra stays locked in place, holding the canteen as steady as he can manage, for as long as Jet keeps sipping from the straw. While Jet drinks, Kobra talks, his voice a low mumble:]
Two options. Call 'em carjacker and kidnapper. First's easier, if it works. [The barest hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.] Second might be more fun.
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[Better if they skip that part.]
[Kobra stays locked in place, holding the canteen as steady as he can manage, for as long as Jet keeps sipping from the straw. While Jet drinks, Kobra talks, his voice a low mumble:]
Two options. Call 'em carjacker and kidnapper. First's easier, if it works. [The barest hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.] Second might be more fun.