[God help and save him from bullheaded blondes. Raylan's hands spread wide in the universal Clueless Man's gesture of 'What?' that came with a specific pinch of his face towards Ainsley. Et tu, Ainsley?]
What, you wanna carry it around? Those locks are old and likely rusted shut, you want somethin' you can put some leverage behind. Ainsley, mime out leverage for her, will ya?
[He shook his head as he wide stepped his way out of the rubble and rooted around for a paver or brick, anything that would let him start banging the nails over.
No, he wasn't going to answer Ainsley's challenge. He knew better than to argue; he'd been well trained.]
Y'all can go look for sticks if you want to, I'll stay here, prep this board and see how buried 1304's door is.
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What, you wanna carry it around? Those locks are old and likely rusted shut, you want somethin' you can put some leverage behind. Ainsley, mime out leverage for her, will ya?
[He shook his head as he wide stepped his way out of the rubble and rooted around for a paver or brick, anything that would let him start banging the nails over.
No, he wasn't going to answer Ainsley's challenge. He knew better than to argue; he'd been well trained.]
Y'all can go look for sticks if you want to, I'll stay here, prep this board and see how buried 1304's door is.