Pretty sure there's nothing that looks like you on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
[When Yondu slows, Snart glances over towards whatever it is that's caught his attention. Behind his goggles, he rolls his eyes.]
Eyes on the prize, Blue. Don't get distracted from the job by a pretty face.
[But although they're getting plenty of stares, it's largely the kind of glassy-eyed shock of someone who thinks that life might be a drunken hallucination. No one's seriously kicking up a fuss yet. What does it take to get some proper notoriety around here? He aims his cold gun at a nearby well and freezes the water. A filthy man with a scraggly beard taps at the ice-filled bucket in confusion.]
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[When Yondu slows, Snart glances over towards whatever it is that's caught his attention. Behind his goggles, he rolls his eyes.]
Eyes on the prize, Blue. Don't get distracted from the job by a pretty face.
[But although they're getting plenty of stares, it's largely the kind of glassy-eyed shock of someone who thinks that life might be a drunken hallucination. No one's seriously kicking up a fuss yet. What does it take to get some proper notoriety around here? He aims his cold gun at a nearby well and freezes the water. A filthy man with a scraggly beard taps at the ice-filled bucket in confusion.]