[ Truth be told, Kurapika is in a Mood after the events of this car, but he at least has his sight back now after having his eyes stolen, so that's nice? He still looks like utter shit, though, a bunch of leftover cold-sweat on his face and a bunch of tension in his brow - not far off from the image of someone who needs to lay down pronto. Just as he's about to storm out of the car, though, he does happen to witness this particularly sad predicament... and knows that he can help. He's not exactly feeling like doing so, but the sliver of his heart that tells him the person is just the same as him, and wants to get out of the car as soon as possible too, keeps him from continuing on his way. ]
That's yours?
[ He asks, bluntly, his eyes meandering up to the leg up in that... thing's jaws. It's more a rhetorical question than anything, given the shoe, but still, he feels he needs to ask to make sure. ]
2b!
That's yours?
[ He asks, bluntly, his eyes meandering up to the leg up in that... thing's jaws. It's more a rhetorical question than anything, given the shoe, but still, he feels he needs to ask to make sure. ]