He's doing the awkward unintentional innuendo thing again and Felicity isn't here to fix it. Whoops.
"Hang on." Ray rushes past Lydia then, a flurry of too-long limbs fueled by the desire to exit this awful misunderstanding as quickly as possible. He squats at his bedside, knees angling out away from himself as he drags out what looks like just a rusty metal container, no bigger than a shoebox.
Once it's clear, he stands, lifting it with ease by the handles at the sides.
"This is what I was talking about." One hand moving to support the container from below, Ray pulls the top off to reveal dismantled electronics and wiring. If Lydia has ever seen anything like it before, she'll recognize the bomb parts as such.
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He's doing the awkward unintentional innuendo thing again and Felicity isn't here to fix it. Whoops.
"Hang on." Ray rushes past Lydia then, a flurry of too-long limbs fueled by the desire to exit this awful misunderstanding as quickly as possible. He squats at his bedside, knees angling out away from himself as he drags out what looks like just a rusty metal container, no bigger than a shoebox.
Once it's clear, he stands, lifting it with ease by the handles at the sides.
"This is what I was talking about." One hand moving to support the container from below, Ray pulls the top off to reveal dismantled electronics and wiring. If Lydia has ever seen anything like it before, she'll recognize the bomb parts as such.