[ He wasn't and he didn't, but we're well into the sarcasm as well as the exasperation, by now.
Of course, the next rumble he feels is less of a sudden, concussive blast and more akin to a steady, rhythmic marching - and that's a great deal more convincing than any brusque command. He hasn't had to hide from a military raid since he was a kid, but he remembers the feeling acutely, now.
But he's not turning his back without at least one more accusatory grimace, and another hiss under his breath. ] That would have been too hard to explain!? 'Hey, Arcade, raiders!' See, how long did that take?
[ Now it's just a matter of where he can actually hide. Unfortunately, the medical bay being kind of the main hub of the Caduceus' facilities, it's quite open. Also unfortunately - Arcade Gannon is not a small man, at a handful of inches over six feet and broad shouldered, too.
Another, less direct hit glances off the ship somewhere distant, rattling broken glass across the floor - and he darts back toward the table his erstwhile research rattled right off of in the first blast. It'd be better cover from gunfire than it'll be a hiding place, but at least it's wide enough to cover him. He tips it over as swiftly and quietly as he can, the crunch of his boots on glass terribly loud for a moment as he ducks down behind it, the cabinets at his back. Out of sight from the medbay entrance, at least. ]
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[ He wasn't and he didn't, but we're well into the sarcasm as well as the exasperation, by now.
Of course, the next rumble he feels is less of a sudden, concussive blast and more akin to a steady, rhythmic marching - and that's a great deal more convincing than any brusque command. He hasn't had to hide from a military raid since he was a kid, but he remembers the feeling acutely, now.
But he's not turning his back without at least one more accusatory grimace, and another hiss under his breath. ] That would have been too hard to explain!? 'Hey, Arcade, raiders!' See, how long did that take?
[ Now it's just a matter of where he can actually hide. Unfortunately, the medical bay being kind of the main hub of the Caduceus' facilities, it's quite open. Also unfortunately - Arcade Gannon is not a small man, at a handful of inches over six feet and broad shouldered, too.
Another, less direct hit glances off the ship somewhere distant, rattling broken glass across the floor - and he darts back toward the table his erstwhile research rattled right off of in the first blast. It'd be better cover from gunfire than it'll be a hiding place, but at least it's wide enough to cover him. He tips it over as swiftly and quietly as he can, the crunch of his boots on glass terribly loud for a moment as he ducks down behind it, the cabinets at his back. Out of sight from the medbay entrance, at least. ]