[The noise really is less than desirable, Barnabas having been one to favor silence over anything more raucous like this. Too bad they don't get to be picky here, the luxury of silence denied to them both. Though, there's effectively no overt evidence of his displeasure, unlike Cecelia who is far more responsive.
When she fails to fire the first time, however, that gets a slight smirk from him, a subtle upward curve to the corner of his mouth. It doesn't stay for long, as his expression shifts back to its stoic neutrality as he pumps the lever and takes aim.
He does not nod or give any verbal agreement, instead letting his actions speak for him as he shoots what remains of his own targets and the cowboys. As the last are struck, Barnabas begins to lower his gun—but then the floor gives way beneath them all too suddenly. Fortunately for Barnabas, he knows how to land with some retained dignity, so when the wood floor beneath him catches him, he is able to stay on his own two feet as he bends his knees to absorb the shock of the landing.
Whether or not Cecelia is capable of the same, well...
Regardless of her balance or potential lack thereof, Barnabas takes a moment to take in their surroundings. This is a tavern of some sort, he supposes, though he isn't quite sure why he knows that. The most curious part of it is the mechanical bull, and while he recognizes the saddle, he is not entirely familiar with such a machine. Reading the sign, he looks to Cecelia.]
Might you wager it requires a single rider?
[Considering how the last room was somewhat cooperative, maybe this will prove otherwise?]
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When she fails to fire the first time, however, that gets a slight smirk from him, a subtle upward curve to the corner of his mouth. It doesn't stay for long, as his expression shifts back to its stoic neutrality as he pumps the lever and takes aim.
He does not nod or give any verbal agreement, instead letting his actions speak for him as he shoots what remains of his own targets and the cowboys. As the last are struck, Barnabas begins to lower his gun—but then the floor gives way beneath them all too suddenly. Fortunately for Barnabas, he knows how to land with some retained dignity, so when the wood floor beneath him catches him, he is able to stay on his own two feet as he bends his knees to absorb the shock of the landing.
Whether or not Cecelia is capable of the same, well...
Regardless of her balance or potential lack thereof, Barnabas takes a moment to take in their surroundings. This is a tavern of some sort, he supposes, though he isn't quite sure why he knows that. The most curious part of it is the mechanical bull, and while he recognizes the saddle, he is not entirely familiar with such a machine. Reading the sign, he looks to Cecelia.]
Might you wager it requires a single rider?
[Considering how the last room was somewhat cooperative, maybe this will prove otherwise?]