[ Finger still twisting in his hair, David turns, blue eyes settling on Fitz — and then widening when he registers the fact that he is standing in the middle of the Market without any protective gear. ]
Man, are you insane? [ His hands drop back to his side, voice rising in part incredulity and part concern. The tattooed woman momentarily forgotten. ]
You're standing in the middle of a bio-hazard zone. Get back, [ he starts forward, intending to push Fitz back himself if necessary. ] it's not safe.
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Man, are you insane? [ His hands drop back to his side, voice rising in part incredulity and part concern. The tattooed woman momentarily forgotten. ]
You're standing in the middle of a bio-hazard zone. Get back, [ he starts forward, intending to push Fitz back himself if necessary. ] it's not safe.