[He doesn't look dangerous. Feral, like the sort of stray dogs that linger on the edges of Cairo - the half-jackals in the necropolis at Thebes, their eyes gleaming red and yellow in the dark - but not innately aggressive. He is lost and may not yet know it.
Evelyn sympathises, narrowing her eyes in speculation for another long moment.]
...Do you want to be shown around?
[Truth be told, it reminds her uncomfortably of the first time she met Rick: ragged and wild behind the bars of the prison, covered in God knows what. Patronising speeches will do little for this particular resident, however, and Evelyn has long since abandoned that sort of talk in favour of pragmatism.]
no subject
Evelyn sympathises, narrowing her eyes in speculation for another long moment.]
...Do you want to be shown around?
[Truth be told, it reminds her uncomfortably of the first time she met Rick: ragged and wild behind the bars of the prison, covered in God knows what. Patronising speeches will do little for this particular resident, however, and Evelyn has long since abandoned that sort of talk in favour of pragmatism.]
To know where you are?