Body language. It was something Warren had tried to be fluent in since he was a child; The nervous disposition of a thief, the calm demeanor of someone trying to haggle, the wary look of someone with the weight of guilt on their shoulders. Exposure to people throughout society had been a valuable teacher on the kind of things people said without speaking, and the situation - for as much as it seemed a casual happenstance encounter - was anything but. John was trembling, and it seemed to be with fear, but Warren was certain it wasn't fear of the approaching man.
Their dialogue was mostly one-sided, with the stranger talking John down. He latched onto Warren's idea of sitting down and talking, which landed the newcomer firmly on Warren's good side. Without waiting for permission, the highlander began to lead John around to the cozy portside bar that adorned the landing deck. His armor rattled, slightly as he reeled John in, or at least attempted to.
"There's enough ilms of tempered steel between you and me, John. I'm not worried."
Their dialogue was mostly one-sided, with the stranger talking John down. He latched onto Warren's idea of sitting down and talking, which landed the newcomer firmly on Warren's good side. Without waiting for permission, the highlander began to lead John around to the cozy portside bar that adorned the landing deck. His armor rattled, slightly as he reeled John in, or at least attempted to.
"There's enough ilms of tempered steel between you and me, John. I'm not worried."
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