[With such a dramatic reaction, Gold eases back on the volume, but not completely. Hopefully enough residual discomfort will be enough to keep him down. They walk to him and push him over, patting him down for his communicator so they can confiscate it.]
Sorry about that...
[They speak in a digitized mumble as they look him over, apparently taking the situation in a stride. That is, until it becomes obvious that them and J aren't alone.]
GOLD, you FUCKING DIPSHIT.
[It's Silver. They're storming in through the back entrance, and their body language and their tune are both very unhappy.]
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Sorry about that...
[They speak in a digitized mumble as they look him over, apparently taking the situation in a stride. That is, until it becomes obvious that them and J aren't alone.]
GOLD, you FUCKING DIPSHIT.
[It's Silver. They're storming in through the back entrance, and their body language and their tune are both very unhappy.]