-- "You knocked my boat over!" the sailor accused, distance between them non existent. The young man had this perplexed look across his face, but would only be able to stutter, "I'm- I'm ... s- sorry?"
"No... I leave..." as the man began to come to his feet a flash of blue shined under the coat. Armor; blue scaly armor that reflected her face in his chest piece. Slowly he trudged towards the exit with a limp till glass doors slid open automatically. --
There's nothing in particular about him that struck a bell with Cass; she actively struggled reading his body language, however. Despite knowing the signs of distress it was challenging for her to get a real read.
"Hey. Its ...okay. I'll back off."
"HEY!" a man called out. The library hiss at a bald headed tank top wearing grimy old man. Behind him were a gang of four, sleeves rolled up with grimaces along their face.
The young man was pulled in by the first male leading the charge, grabbed by the collar. --
"Sick...?" the stranger turned. Now hadn't met before, but maybe he appeared somewhat familiar. With a thick beard across his face thought it might be hard to pin him down.
Benevolent eyes look back at hers. Purple yes; bright and magnetic. They shine unnaturally. "I'm- I'm .."
Not followed, but perhaps it was merely chance. Water tracked to where he sat. Everything he wore look dirty, but the young man underneath looked like a million bucks.
A black tattoo ran over the side of his eye, hands shaking like he was freezing. Steam ran off his skin.