[Gee, thanks so much for the headache whatever-your-name-is. That's just what he needed to make a bad situation worse. Kay's not even happy that he's out of the net. Not when a bag is covering up his face and keeping him from seeing anything.]
[He mentally swears to himself when he realizes the familiar weight of his gun is missing. And the lightsaber, which could have been useful here, is gone as well.]
[His hands grasp at the bag, seeking out whatever is keeping it on his head. At the same time, he listens for the man who put it on him.]
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[He mentally swears to himself when he realizes the familiar weight of his gun is missing. And the lightsaber, which could have been useful here, is gone as well.]
[His hands grasp at the bag, seeking out whatever is keeping it on his head. At the same time, he listens for the man who put it on him.]