[ Slowly, so as not to draw attention to himself, he begins to lower his arm -- dropping his bare, gloveless hand into the folds of his voluminous attire to hide it from the eyes of those he does not know, nor expect. It's a calculated gesture, and the tension in his shoulders abates when he realizes that she's part of the entourage. ]
What's up - you want something?
[ Sharp, brisk. He cuts right to the chase, overlooking soft pleasantries. ]
no subject
What's up - you want something?
[ Sharp, brisk. He cuts right to the chase, overlooking soft pleasantries. ]