[It's not where he expected his tail to reveal himself, but it's a sensible location. Altaïr approves, or he would if they weren't likely to be on opposing sides.]
Clearly you're not me, or you wouldn't be up there.
[He looks up, unafraid, taking in what little information he can glean. The man is Irish, obviously, but that's not surprising. The splash of crimson across his vision tells him a little more.]
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Clearly you're not me, or you wouldn't be up there.
[He looks up, unafraid, taking in what little information he can glean. The man is Irish, obviously, but that's not surprising. The splash of crimson across his vision tells him a little more.]