[He admits it without any shame inlaid in the words. This is not where he thrives, but it is where he can stand in the background of all the action, observing and shifting his focus to aiding anyone new. Or to even swoop in and help old acquaintances, if they find themselves in trouble sure to stir in a place like this.
Markus raises his voice to be heard over the blast of crescendoing music.]
Need a second pair of eyes? I'm thinking of weaving through the dance floor to spot anyone who needs help, but I'd hate to do it alone!
[Another admission of non-shame. The writhing mass of bodies before him? Looks like the maw of hell. Come with him, Clarke.]
no subject
[He admits it without any shame inlaid in the words. This is not where he thrives, but it is where he can stand in the background of all the action, observing and shifting his focus to aiding anyone new. Or to even swoop in and help old acquaintances, if they find themselves in trouble sure to stir in a place like this.
Markus raises his voice to be heard over the blast of crescendoing music.]
Need a second pair of eyes? I'm thinking of weaving through the dance floor to spot anyone who needs help, but I'd hate to do it alone!
[Another admission of non-shame. The writhing mass of bodies before him? Looks like the maw of hell. Come with him, Clarke.]