Jim keeps an eye on Clint as best as he can. At least from under the table, he can see everyone's legs and keep track of their movement, though he makes sure to keep out of sight. He thinks that language might be Russian. He's not sure. He doesn't recognize any of the words. Chekov of Uhura would have been useful in this situation, but neither of them are here. They're back, cruising along at Warp 4 in 2261. Lucky bastards.
Instead, Jim's stuck with an archer inside a safe with a lizard-golem and three guys armed to the teeth with what looks like fully automatic rifles and a million pockets full of unknown. He needs a way to communicate with Clint. The glasses don't do it, apparently, which sucks, and it's not like he can use Morse code or light signals.
Though, it does seem as if these guys are fully intent upon carrying away all, or at least the majority, of the stuff in here, which means they probably don't know what any of it does, but they want to play with it and find out. There's some dangerous shit in here. ...But maybe that's to Jim's advantage.
He knows there's one of those prankster balls in here, and it'll turn one of those intruders into a duck if Jim just sets it right. He just has to find it without being seen, so he sets off on his quest, carefully poking his head above the edge of the table to survey the contents. Not this table. Of course not. Next one, then?
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Date: 2014-02-26 05:27 pm (UTC)Instead, Jim's stuck with an archer inside a safe with a lizard-golem and three guys armed to the teeth with what looks like fully automatic rifles and a million pockets full of unknown. He needs a way to communicate with Clint. The glasses don't do it, apparently, which sucks, and it's not like he can use Morse code or light signals.
Though, it does seem as if these guys are fully intent upon carrying away all, or at least the majority, of the stuff in here, which means they probably don't know what any of it does, but they want to play with it and find out. There's some dangerous shit in here. ...But maybe that's to Jim's advantage.
He knows there's one of those prankster balls in here, and it'll turn one of those intruders into a duck if Jim just sets it right. He just has to find it without being seen, so he sets off on his quest, carefully poking his head above the edge of the table to survey the contents. Not this table. Of course not. Next one, then?