“A motel. Cool.” Benny fell into step beside the man, jamming his hands into his jean pockets, thumbs hooked into the belt loops. The too-long sleeves of his sweater brushed his knuckles. “Can you—” He looked around. “—show me where that might be?”
He thought better of it a moment later as his eye caught on the man’s device. “Or,” Benny said, drawing out the word, “or you could tell me what that blinky thing is, ‘cause it looks way cool.”
° ;; "This?“
[ The scientist took on a better natured tone at the interest in equipment.
It wasn’t often anymore that anyone outside of his team
or Cecil seemed to comment on these things.
A smile moves across his features as he extends the
device to the man, allowing him have a look at it. ]
"This measures the standard fatality units for the entire town.
Though, it’s only tuned it for roughly a block radius at the moment.”
[ And thankful, the dial rested at zero. ]