[ Cain glances at the group, judging their pace. With how slow they're walking — strolling, really — he can take the time to keep this man from walking right into the trap the target has so neatly laid out. The target, after all, is in no hurry, not when every minute in the open is another chance for him to snap up another unwary passerby. ]
You're the one who'll get caught. [ Faintly exasperated, but Cain does drop his hold. He's not going to blow his cover if the guy wants to go charging out and make a scene. ] Don't you think there's something strange about all of this?
[ He tips his head toward the milling crowd — the glassy stares, the shuffling feet, the too-loud conversations, all of it distinctly not quite right. ]
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You're the one who'll get caught. [ Faintly exasperated, but Cain does drop his hold. He's not going to blow his cover if the guy wants to go charging out and make a scene. ] Don't you think there's something strange about all of this?
[ He tips his head toward the milling crowd — the glassy stares, the shuffling feet, the too-loud conversations, all of it distinctly not quite right. ]