[Alas, condescending is Beckett's default. He is not terribly troubled, himself, with letting Josh have the bigger weapon; even without his normal abilities, he knows his own skill, and counts himself a reasonably good judge of people. And right now he judges that Josh, like him, is mostly looking to survive the night without running into any of the dozen things one would expect to run into in a deserted hospital.
He may be slightly biased, however, due to mild contempt for horror movie fans.]
While it would certainly be fun to be rescued by a buxomy blonde with an axe - or is it the brunette who is supposed to survive? I can never remember.
[The sarcasm is abundantly clear. As he speaks he goes about the next order of business, which is to pass carefully along the walls of the operating theatre, looking for anything that might betray another way in or out. This may have started out as an ordinary hospital, but one can never be too careful, and old habits die hard.]
Either way, I wouldn't gamble on it. Would you kindly see if there are any other sharp objects that we might want to immobilize before they fly at us of their own mysterious will?
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He may be slightly biased, however, due to mild contempt for horror movie fans.]
While it would certainly be fun to be rescued by a buxomy blonde with an axe - or is it the brunette who is supposed to survive? I can never remember.
[The sarcasm is abundantly clear. As he speaks he goes about the next order of business, which is to pass carefully along the walls of the operating theatre, looking for anything that might betray another way in or out. This may have started out as an ordinary hospital, but one can never be too careful, and old habits die hard.]
Either way, I wouldn't gamble on it. Would you kindly see if there are any other sharp objects that we might want to immobilize before they fly at us of their own mysterious will?