[ Charles unfolds himself from his seat once Travis is stood. He's nervous, but at a distance, he can keep it off the radar. His hands tuck into trouser pockets and he quick-steps to catch up, posture upright without being stiff.
(And tries not to laugh outwardly at fretting that Marks might anticipate rejection from him.
I mean really.)
As they leave the bar, onwards for the elevators-- ]
Tell me something. You've not been here very long. Do you call this landing on ones feet, or distraction?
[ Here they are, swanning out of a basically empty bar, out into the industrial, dimly lit tunnels of the gigantic kidnap spaceship in another dimension. ]
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(And tries not to laugh outwardly at fretting that Marks might anticipate rejection from him.
I mean really.)
As they leave the bar, onwards for the elevators-- ]
Tell me something. You've not been here very long. Do you call this landing on ones feet, or distraction?
[ Here they are, swanning out of a basically empty bar, out into the industrial, dimly lit tunnels of the gigantic kidnap spaceship in another dimension. ]