[Well, there's welcoming committees and then there's...others. Like, the man who walks by in a pair of shades and a large trenchcoat, covering up the majority of his body. What keeps this man looking somewhat distinct is the visible scar across his neck, and the wild-looking hair popping up from his head.
He walks down the streets with a case of alcohol, still equipped with a pricetag, and passes by Weiss. Never stopping but slowing down just the smallest bit, turns his head to look at Weiss, and there's what sounds like a mumbled curse under his breath.
The man immediately picks up the pace and strides away from her as fast as he can.]
arrival
He walks down the streets with a case of alcohol, still equipped with a pricetag, and passes by Weiss. Never stopping but slowing down just the smallest bit, turns his head to look at Weiss, and there's what sounds like a mumbled curse under his breath.
The man immediately picks up the pace and strides away from her as fast as he can.]