[ A blessing and a curse of the quiet museum setting is that motion and footfalls are just about impossible to miss. For him, anyway. Nothing about him is superhuman, but habitual twitchy paranoia is the next best thing. Vidal is glancing towards the passing figure well before he speaks, but once he does, he turns a little more directly. ]
Yeah, [ he sighs, ] That's about par for the course the way my luck's been going.
[ As if anyone else has been having a good time here. He's allowed to complain! Class action hardships hardly invalidate his personal suffering! But speaking of, with his eyes off the spotlit display and adjusting back to the dimness of the museum hall, this kid looks about ten times more rattled than he feels. ]
Hey, you good? You look like you saw a ghost.
[ Or about to faint. Or maybe throw up. Jury's still out til he opens his mouth again. ]
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Yeah, [ he sighs, ] That's about par for the course the way my luck's been going.
[ As if anyone else has been having a good time here. He's allowed to complain! Class action hardships hardly invalidate his personal suffering! But speaking of, with his eyes off the spotlit display and adjusting back to the dimness of the museum hall, this kid looks about ten times more rattled than he feels. ]
Hey, you good? You look like you saw a ghost.
[ Or about to faint. Or maybe throw up. Jury's still out til he opens his mouth again. ]