A Bird and a Wolf

[Hemlocke]

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The observant eye traced over the battered woman's appearance, taking in every detail, his gaze only left when she turned her attention to the bartender, to which his left hand retrieved a small PDA from his back pocket. Presenting it to the bartender as he promised to cover the tab in space, knowing she'd likely refill the glass multiple times over. He didn't immediately answer, instead giving a scan of the room, even if the bot was watching, letting his guard down wasn't something he was planning to do in the presence of Xenos.

"Figured."

A to the point and oddly short response and answer in one for he who usually had more to say. His demeanor much different in person, whether that was because of the place they were in or was simply normal was hard to discern without prior experiences. His eyes eventually returned to Revenant, taking up a seat next to her, laying his left arm on the counter facing her, with his left ankle up on his right knee, right hand lay on his right thigh near the odd-looking sidearm attached to the same hip. Seemingly taking up a position that let him see nearly every corner of the room.

His attire was much neater, and certainly much cleaner than one would expect for a rogue, a form fitting black-T, tucked neatly into black pants, with a brown leather belt that was only moderately stained with splotches of dried blood. The unkempt deep brown hair fell over the left side of his face and down his shoulders, masking the faceplate but not the red optic that pierced between the strands. He spoke on the topic again, this time in form of question.

"One of mine?"

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