[Saleh stands at the top of the large hill not too far from the lab. It's a fine spot to be watching the city from, but the view isn't what he's interested in today. This is just a place he's taken a liking to.
Both hands raised to chest level, at first glance, his posture may seem odd when a
small cube appears out of thin air. It rotates slowly before vanishing as Saleh drops his hands back to his sides. He lets out a mirthful breath.]
There are exceptions, after all.
[He brushes his fringe aside, only for the breeze to blow it right back in place. He smirks.]
The wind is especially good today.