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Pete is swearing quietly under his breath as he stalks in. It cuts off abruptly as the noise of the bar registers. The man's blue eyes narrow faintly, sweeping swiftly over the bar as he takes note of his surroundings. There is a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but no relaxation - this place is not, as yet, either considered familiar or safe.
After a moment of thought, he does at least deem it momentarily more pleasant than where he'd been. Time to stay a while, then.
And so he takes up a seat by the observation window, lighting up a cigarette and settling in to try and figure out how the damned thing works. As this will bring nothing but frustration, a distraction of some sort will be welcome.
After a moment of thought, he does at least deem it momentarily more pleasant than where he'd been. Time to stay a while, then.
And so he takes up a seat by the observation window, lighting up a cigarette and settling in to try and figure out how the damned thing works. As this will bring nothing but frustration, a distraction of some sort will be welcome.