[><] Tora
As you're about to try and intimidate him, your eyes drift to the officer's belt loop, and you feel a sense of deja-vu as you notice a Nambu pistol that sparkles a lot more than it probably should. Tracking your eyes, he whips the thing out and points it at you. But instead of shooting it, he...
You squint, not quite believing what's happening, a sensation not helped in the least by the szechuan chicken (you're not sure where they got the spices for it, you haven't seen any peppers) misbehaving in your stomach. It's a good thing the battle lines seem to be solidifying...
Oh, what? He's talking about it like he's trying to sell you a Nash. Or the gun. Which is an uphill battle for both accounts, you hate Nashes and you wouldn't be caught dead looting a damned Nambu, let alone using one of the infernal things. If you're going to loot a gun, you're going to loot one from a European fascist. At least Lugers work.
Your eyes narrow and narrow, and he just keeps. Talking. Isn't the food around here not supposed to make you sick?
You shake your head to clear your thoughts, frowning. He finally stops talking, though only because he's done and not because the idiot has realized that everyone - including his own troops - are staring at him like he's a lunatic.
You promptly raise your gun and hose them all down.
[ ] Loot him - he's an officer, there may at least be some intel on him. And the Nambu isn't gold or chrome-plated, so its sparkliness must be due to something else.
[ ] Move on (Timeskip)