Connor freezes mid-stride as his insides clench and the base of his skull itches. Very carefully he shifts his stance, ready for anything, and glances around warily, ignoring the rain wicking off his hair and dripping down the back of his coat collar. They're out here somewhere, and he won't be surprised if they're out here after him.
By the time she looks around the tree, there's a man in a long shabby trenchcoat turning his gaze her way. He's tallish, scruffy, short messy brown hair, and the kind of face that can easily blend in a crowd. In short he looks like somebody very practiced in the art of being unremarkable, and passing notice. The one thing that really marks him out though are his eyes, intense under low, straight brows, wild and wary as an animal's. He looks not so much angry as feral and unpredictable. His body language is tense, ready, but he doesn't attack, just stands there watching her while the downpour unleashes itself on his unprotected head.
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Connor freezes mid-stride as his insides clench and the base of his skull itches. Very carefully he shifts his stance, ready for anything, and glances around warily, ignoring the rain wicking off his hair and dripping down the back of his coat collar. They're out here somewhere, and he won't be surprised if they're out here after him.
By the time she looks around the tree, there's a man in a long shabby trenchcoat turning his gaze her way. He's tallish, scruffy, short messy brown hair, and the kind of face that can easily blend in a crowd. In short he looks like somebody very practiced in the art of being unremarkable, and passing notice. The one thing that really marks him out though are his eyes, intense under low, straight brows, wild and wary as an animal's. He looks not so much angry as feral and unpredictable. His body language is tense, ready, but he doesn't attack, just stands there watching her while the downpour unleashes itself on his unprotected head.