[ There's something endearing about a person who's so oblivious to their surroundings they dispel the unease in the area without even thinking about it. He thinks, if he has to establish allies in this city, he'd like to keep her around (if only so he could laugh at her when she makes a blunder.)
The curl of his lips is only for himself—if Altria turns to him, she'll find a neutral expression on his face. ]
Feels like a ghost town, if you ask me.
[ He gets the sense that the city was built for thousands upon thousands of people, and yet he's maybe only seen a dozen at most, at the train station, just as confused as he. ]
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The curl of his lips is only for himself—if Altria turns to him, she'll find a neutral expression on his face. ]
Feels like a ghost town, if you ask me.
[ He gets the sense that the city was built for thousands upon thousands of people, and yet he's maybe only seen a dozen at most, at the train station, just as confused as he. ]