@aeternuum
He had hoped for a quiet night of recon on potential low-lives and their operations from the bar. That’s why he had dressed up...Appropriately.
He still needed to be able to defend himself, so his hefty prosthetics remained. Whilst the blades beneath were hidden as best as they could with his baggy pants, his right arm was entirely covered by his thick hoodie, tidied off with a glove on either hand - He couldn’t let them see the metal! But seems cover was blown, and above the scarf wrapped around his mask, a confused look was thrown towards the drunken, and very disorderly, gentleman at the bar. He shook his head quickly, and raised both hands in defence, hopeful no gleams of metal appeared at the seems between globe and hoodie.
Strangely there were no words given - Had the mask muffled their voice? Or were they just that scared to not bother talking towards them...
















