( he's gettin' a talent for pickin' out the displaced — they've all got that look that ain't quite right for this place, an' the newer ones always wear it with less ease than those that've been here some months. he thinks he'd seen this gal at the safehouse in a brief glimpse when he'd stopped by to drop off baked goods. when he spots her talkin' to the bouncers who don't seem much prone to givin' her much leeway, he leaves his beer half-finished an' goes to see what all the fuss is about, catchin' the snippet of that convo as he approaches. he touches her elbow gently just to let her know he's behind her, an' then nods to the guard. )
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Ah, I was just goin' in myself. She's with me.