It's a nice hat. [Oh jesus there went his balance. He swears that there's not just the usual distortion to his vision but a blur of color that's unfamiliar to him as he grabs the nearest wall and goes tottering down onto his knees.]
[Hello, ground. How are you today!?]
[A blink, a grunt, and he's trying to stand up again. He's honestly thinking that Boone had to shoot bears right now. He's not in the best state of mind. But at least he figured out he was a sniper.]
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[Hello, ground. How are you today!?]
[A blink, a grunt, and he's trying to stand up again. He's honestly thinking that Boone had to shoot bears right now. He's not in the best state of mind. But at least he figured out he was a sniper.]