[He looks up at the new arrival, expression more or less blank. There's no recognition, no whisper of memory like there had been with his last target, and he's not sure if this person is just talking to him because he wants something else, or if he, too, knew the man who shares his face.
So basically, the scary, scruffy looking former assassin is staring at you without saying anything, Mason. What's up?]
I'M LATE TOO NW
So basically, the scary, scruffy looking former assassin is staring at you without saying anything, Mason. What's up?]