[ Eggsy notices someone breaking off and hangs back to ensure they stay with the group. Today, he's a nondescript young man in his plain Guard blacks and matching snapback. However, he has his not-exactly-standard issue rucksack thrown over one shoulder, black (like the other backpacks) but with a white K surrounded by a circle knit into the side. A designer label, perhaps. His right hand (swathed in bandages from the recent "using and abusing," as she so neatly put it) clasps the strap of his bag, stark against his dark ensemble. ]
You might wanna narrow your questions. [ said evenly in his definitively British lilt. Far from upper crust, though, unlike the other English sorts knocking about on this planet. He cants his head, offering her a sympathetic smile. ] We've got a lot of ground to cover.
a shepherd over the flock.
You might wanna narrow your questions. [ said evenly in his definitively British lilt. Far from upper crust, though, unlike the other English sorts knocking about on this planet. He cants his head, offering her a sympathetic smile. ] We've got a lot of ground to cover.