[he's not the type to startle easily; he's trained himself well to listen for approaching footsteps. what good would his work as a mercenary be if he couldn't do at least that much while sneaking around for intel, after all?
he'll react to the tap on the shoulder with relative ease, offering a smile as he recognizes the face that's seeking out his attention.]
Hey, Alice.
[an easy enough greeting, though the fact that she wants to talk to him suddenly—well, it could be nothing. but it could be about his profile, so there's a mild dread that creeps up in his stomach.
that of course, never shows on his face, because he's too much of a pro at watching his fuck-ups come back to bite him in the ass. instead, he gives his shoulders a lazy shrug. he'll follow, if that's what she wants.] Yeah, sure. What's up?
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he'll react to the tap on the shoulder with relative ease, offering a smile as he recognizes the face that's seeking out his attention.]
Hey, Alice.
[an easy enough greeting, though the fact that she wants to talk to him suddenly—well, it could be nothing. but it could be about his profile, so there's a mild dread that creeps up in his stomach.
that of course, never shows on his face, because he's too much of a pro at watching his fuck-ups come back to bite him in the ass. instead, he gives his shoulders a lazy shrug. he'll follow, if that's what she wants.] Yeah, sure. What's up?