Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
525 · Voice lines
You couldn't handle a woman like that. Look at yourself. You couldn't even handle your --
C'mon, is that your game face? You're practically broadcasting your position to the lieutenant with that expression.
Look who's talking -- that cockatoo uniform must give him a real advantage. When fighting in the circus.
Just like that. He analysed the situation, accepted the facts and moved on. Like a soldier.
Get a hold of yourself. At least the previous horror is over. At least they're no longer...
Everything about her is saying Wow -- what a man. Her admiration is fuelled by camaraderie.
There's a dead body, remember? That's what you were doing here. You're a cop on a case.
Despite the early spring chill, the boy is wearing short track pants that leave his legs exposed below the knee. They look dynamic.
His clenched jaw says otherwise. If anything, it's another score for him to settle. One day -- it'll have to wait for now.
Letting the lieutenant know he shouldn't feel embarrassed over the shitstorm that's about to befall you.
'You should've done a better job' is what it's saying.
You are very dangerous, my friend. Dangerous and cool. In fact, no one dares to say a single thing about the jacket. But believe me, they are all very impressed.
Oh no, believe me -- it will be everyone else who's uncomfortable with it. You're safe. No one dares say a word -- unless they're, like, from your station and coming to judge you. But what are the chances of that happening?
You've finally made it haven't you? People point fingers at you and whisper to each other when you pass by, wondering to themselves:
"Where did that man get such a cool jacket? Did he receive it upon graduating the École normale supérieure de Bad-Assery? Is he dangerous?"