Tall, dark-haired man with a little scruff? He'd be looking significantly at Eliot right then because guess what Q has a type. It's Aragorn or Eowyn. But they have bigger things to worry about. Much bigger.
His heart pounds as his mind reels from the facts, and it takes him a few seconds to reply to Eliot because his brain is churning. He can probably see it too, the wheels turning. "The plan is to get from here to Red Wings." It's normally just about a fifteen-minute walk. Fifteen minutes in this may be pushing it.
Quentin sees two people hiding behind cars across the street but their backs are exposed. He stands up and tries to wave at them. "It's a safer spot here, come here." So his plans moderately changed. The duo seem to be frozen in spot, unable to move. He might need some help convincing them!
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Tall, dark-haired man with a little scruff? He'd be looking significantly at Eliot right then because guess what Q has a type. It's Aragorn or Eowyn. But they have bigger things to worry about. Much bigger.
His heart pounds as his mind reels from the facts, and it takes him a few seconds to reply to Eliot because his brain is churning. He can probably see it too, the wheels turning. "The plan is to get from here to Red Wings." It's normally just about a fifteen-minute walk. Fifteen minutes in this may be pushing it.
Quentin sees two people hiding behind cars across the street but their backs are exposed. He stands up and tries to wave at them. "It's a safer spot here, come here." So his plans moderately changed. The duo seem to be frozen in spot, unable to move. He might need some help convincing them!