That noise. It was a quiet noise, but still unmistakable. Shortly after Jayne started sharpening his knife, Armand looked into the common room to see who was--well, sharpening a knife. When he saw the array of other weapons, he blanched slightly and squeaked.
Jayne stopped what he was doing and looked up at the man who'd spoken. He didnt speak for a moment, measuring the man up, then he smirked, saying, "Yes."
To Armand it looked like enough firepower to take out France and England. "Whatever for? Is your... inmate particularly violent?" He didn't budge from the door. When a man that large had a knife in one hand, a stone in the other, and all those guns within reach, one kept one's exits clear.
"Don't got a inmate. This is all for me." He grinned menacingly and waved his knife a little. Then he went back to sharpening, keeping an eye on the guy.
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