"What division of the RAF is 'Shinobi'?" It's not a question, and that might have been a laugh.
He's bleeding off his left ear, though, so he's rather deaf at the moment, managing to read the other's lips as well as strain to hear him say anything at all. "I dunno, you tell me. Where's your F2?" Shisui knows this isn't the Itachi he knows, especially not with that accent. Bringing his knees up closer to his chest, Shisui's free hand closes in around the grip of his M9, thumb moving quietly to unlock his weapon as silently as he possibly could. The racket behind them certainly helped mask the sounds of any metal clicking against metal.
he is so very AU... and old-ish
He's bleeding off his left ear, though, so he's rather deaf at the moment, managing to read the other's lips as well as strain to hear him say anything at all. "I dunno, you tell me. Where's your F2?" Shisui knows this isn't the Itachi he knows, especially not with that accent. Bringing his knees up closer to his chest, Shisui's free hand closes in around the grip of his M9, thumb moving quietly to unlock his weapon as silently as he possibly could. The racket behind them certainly helped mask the sounds of any metal clicking against metal.