12-24-2014, 01:49 PM
Enzo was looking for a map portal to sync with his Wallet when a feminine voice distracted him. Her accent was distinctly American, and something about her made him smile briefly. "Do you work here, mademoiselle?"
He didn't want to bother another shopper, especially when sync-ports could provide a map by which he could search his way.
Before she could answer, someone else approached. He seemed to know the young lady, but Enzo immediately recognized him. The last he saw this man, strange things happened. He'd been violently sick on the street where, perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, violence had erupted.
He was unsure if the man, what was his name? recognized him. He had been in the throes of hallucination and illness last they encountered one another. Instinct forced Enzo to take a wary step backward, but only to open up space between them. It wasn't obvious, but gave him the arm-space to react if necessary. He'd never been the kind of man to jump to cynical conclusions, but he was changed. Corrado made sure of it.
He didn't want to bother another shopper, especially when sync-ports could provide a map by which he could search his way.
Before she could answer, someone else approached. He seemed to know the young lady, but Enzo immediately recognized him. The last he saw this man, strange things happened. He'd been violently sick on the street where, perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not, violence had erupted.
He was unsure if the man, what was his name? recognized him. He had been in the throes of hallucination and illness last they encountered one another. Instinct forced Enzo to take a wary step backward, but only to open up space between them. It wasn't obvious, but gave him the arm-space to react if necessary. He'd never been the kind of man to jump to cynical conclusions, but he was changed. Corrado made sure of it.