[Therion blinks once, and in the space of that blink, he makes a rapid series of recalculations. Stealing from her's a no-go, not with her looking at his face more than half a second. Maybe stealing from this town is out. It takes no time at all to chuck those plans out the window, but this doesn't all have to be for nothing.
He crosses his arms so they're tucked invisibly beneath his shawl, shrugs big, and shakes his head.
Why was her arm so cold?]
Eh. I should've been paying more attention.
[He means that, sincerely. She's odder than expected, and this could either be very good or very bad for someone in his profession. He shifts back, more out of the way, so that if she follows, neither of them will be further jostled by foot traffic.]
Pardon my saying, but you're not from around here, are you?
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He crosses his arms so they're tucked invisibly beneath his shawl, shrugs big, and shakes his head.
Why was her arm so cold?]
Eh. I should've been paying more attention.
[He means that, sincerely. She's odder than expected, and this could either be very good or very bad for someone in his profession. He shifts back, more out of the way, so that if she follows, neither of them will be further jostled by foot traffic.]
Pardon my saying, but you're not from around here, are you?