[Hammer nods emphatically, then turns to investigate his half of the room as planned. He comes up empty with further augs, too, or even a single branded item— that's part relief and part awful dread, for a host of reasons he's not about to dump on this kid, but his searching goes from upbeat - he even hums - to silent and frustrated, by the time he feels like he's searched it all.
Nothing. Could be good. Could also be horrible. What if someone else has picked up—mmm.
Instead he twists around, plunking his elbow down on the top of a low shelving unit and sighing, extra dramatic so that it seems like he's not as bothered by it as he is.]
no subject
Nothing. Could be good. Could also be horrible. What if someone else has picked up—mmm.
Instead he twists around, plunking his elbow down on the top of a low shelving unit and sighing, extra dramatic so that it seems like he's not as bothered by it as he is.]
I've got nothing! What have you got there?