[He can't really tell where she's looking thanks to the giant space-age helm, but it looks like she's eyeing him up in much the same way he is her. Well, at least they're both confused. Small blessings.]
Right, laced drinks. Makes sense, that explains why I can't remember a damned... [And off comes the helm. And maybe he's lost all sense of judgement of how old humans are ever supposed to look, but her face looks like that of somebody...who isn't seven-foot-something tall. Who's too young to be that damned huge.
...He's staring. Squinting, rather, trying to figure her out. He shakes it off sharpish.] Me? Minding my own business, just taking a walk.
Out of a bar. ...Possibly after I cheated at something called baccarat. [He's almost certain he got away with that, though. Besides, if someone laced his drink, it had to be before anybody suspected him of anything. So...huh.
He looks up at the woman with shrewd interest.] Rumours?
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Right, laced drinks. Makes sense, that explains why I can't remember a damned... [And off comes the helm. And maybe he's lost all sense of judgement of how old humans are ever supposed to look, but her face looks like that of somebody...who isn't seven-foot-something tall. Who's too young to be that damned huge.
...He's staring. Squinting, rather, trying to figure her out. He shakes it off sharpish.] Me? Minding my own business, just taking a walk.
Out of a bar. ...Possibly after I cheated at something called baccarat. [He's almost certain he got away with that, though. Besides, if someone laced his drink, it had to be before anybody suspected him of anything. So...huh.
He looks up at the woman with shrewd interest.] Rumours?