Dalton gave the man a sharp look when Carter snatched the ring from his hand. He held his tongue though. The customer had their product, and while Dalton didn't believe in the worn out adage that the customer was always right, it wasn't an argument he was interested in having. That irritation was rapidly forgotten as Carter pulled an astoundingly stupid stunt.
It took a moment for the New Yorker to realise what the man was doing. He watched, puzzled, as the man pressed his thumb to his forearm. The hiss of something hot was confounding, before the man pulled his thumb away, the smoke and smell filling in the rest of the context for what had just happened. A little disgusted, Dalton gave the man a frown, but he answered the question.
“Depends on the amount of damage to the dermis, but I'd estimate hours,” Dalton offered, giving the burn an evaluative glance. “The exact time is something you'll have to find out for yourself.”
It took a moment for the New Yorker to realise what the man was doing. He watched, puzzled, as the man pressed his thumb to his forearm. The hiss of something hot was confounding, before the man pulled his thumb away, the smoke and smell filling in the rest of the context for what had just happened. A little disgusted, Dalton gave the man a frown, but he answered the question.
“Depends on the amount of damage to the dermis, but I'd estimate hours,” Dalton offered, giving the burn an evaluative glance. “The exact time is something you'll have to find out for yourself.”