Don't look at him, he's just trying to navigate this packed-as-hell stupid tavern and grab a breath of fresh air. Now where exactly is that damn front door...?
Even with the hubbub and drone of voices, there's no missing the distinctive click and release of a shutter. The Puppet narrows in on the noise immediately until he locates the culprit. Under any other circumstances that would be grounds for a glower and a low-key threat, but hang on a second, he knows this chick. Though the name that springs to his tongue isn't the one he's come to associate with her, but rather -
"Hey! You're, uh, you're the Subject, right?" he says, elbowing his way through the crowd to reach her and displaying a callous disregard for any jimmies that might be rustled as a result.
no subject
Even with the hubbub and drone of voices, there's no missing the distinctive click and release of a shutter. The Puppet narrows in on the noise immediately until he locates the culprit. Under any other circumstances that would be grounds for a glower and a low-key threat, but hang on a second, he knows this chick. Though the name that springs to his tongue isn't the one he's come to associate with her, but rather -
"Hey! You're, uh, you're the Subject, right?" he says, elbowing his way through the crowd to reach her and displaying a callous disregard for any jimmies that might be rustled as a result.