[Snart glances at it, but he's more interested in the fact that the alien has moved his hand away from that arrow. He releases the grip of his cold gun and shrugs out of his parka.
There's an uneven weight in one of the pockets. He pulls out a mirror that matches his companions in size and shape.]
So, someone kidnaps us, plants compacts in our clothes--all without us knowing--and then drops us off on in a tropical paradise and flies away. [He gestures expansively to the jungle around them and then a swoop of his hand to mimic an airplane or spaceship in flight.]
I'm gonna go with reality tv show. [Not really his guess; this all feels more nefarious than that. But right now it fits the evidence about as much as anything else he can come up with.]
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There's an uneven weight in one of the pockets. He pulls out a mirror that matches his companions in size and shape.]
So, someone kidnaps us, plants compacts in our clothes--all without us knowing--and then drops us off on in a tropical paradise and flies away. [He gestures expansively to the jungle around them and then a swoop of his hand to mimic an airplane or spaceship in flight.]
I'm gonna go with reality tv show. [Not really his guess; this all feels more nefarious than that. But right now it fits the evidence about as much as anything else he can come up with.]