The gun is what he should be keeping an eye on, Andy knows, but it's that visor he keeps furtively peeking up at, the red slit where eyes should be and the headpiece so polished he can see his own reflection in it. It doesn't look like it was made to be removed easily, and he can't help but wonder what's under it, what he'd be eye to eye with if this metal man were to take it off.
He hesitates, because what he's carrying would probably be enough to get him arrested on its own. But that gun is still leveled at his chest, and the arm holding it hasn't even so much as sagged the way a human one would have, so Andy does as he's told. He moves slowly and carefully, well aware that any sudden moves could be detrimental to his health.
From his back pockets there's a switchblade, the one Tyler gave him. He lets it fall to the ground without trying to catch it. From his pockets there's the bus ticket and a wallet that's not his, a wallet with the money he needed to buy said bus ticket in the first place.
"My jacket," he starts, his voice low and strained. He's not about to reach for the revolver he's got stuffed there, that'd be all but inviting the detective to shoot him, but instinct's telling him keeping his mouth shut and letting him find it on his own isn't a great idea either.
Yup, had to go back and watch to make sure it was a switchblade ;) He's also got a gun in his jacket
He hesitates, because what he's carrying would probably be enough to get him arrested on its own. But that gun is still leveled at his chest, and the arm holding it hasn't even so much as sagged the way a human one would have, so Andy does as he's told. He moves slowly and carefully, well aware that any sudden moves could be detrimental to his health.
From his back pockets there's a switchblade, the one Tyler gave him. He lets it fall to the ground without trying to catch it. From his pockets there's the bus ticket and a wallet that's not his, a wallet with the money he needed to buy said bus ticket in the first place.
"My jacket," he starts, his voice low and strained. He's not about to reach for the revolver he's got stuffed there, that'd be all but inviting the detective to shoot him, but instinct's telling him keeping his mouth shut and letting him find it on his own isn't a great idea either.