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[dontlooklisten]

There's a faintly scowly-looking blind man going over a fat Braille volume at a table near the Bar. Given that there's a line of ordinary print at the top of each page, and that it reads CRUTCHFIELD, the reading most likely has to do with the half-disassembled subwoofer elsewhere on the man's table. SOMEONE has been fooling around with the sound

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[jonathanparagon]

He's impossible for Jonathan not to notice, with his newly acquired senses. The opposite is probably true, as well.

He approaches, treading deliberately loudly once he spots the Braille book.

[dontlooklisten]

Whistler stops, his hands pausing mid-line, and cants his head to one side. "I don't think I know that footstep," he says. "Or do I?"

[jonathanparagon]

"We haven't met", Jonathan confirms. "I'm a friend of Suzi's. And you've got to be Whistler."

[dontlooklisten]

Whistler grins. "Gotcha. Hi there, Jonathan. Nice to meet you." He sticks out a hand for the shaking, but probably misses Jonathan's actual direction by about half a foot.