[Truthfully, he had meant to approach anyone who looked infected, despite their level of severity. He's about to explain that to her, that it doesn't matter, when the bracer catches the sun and his heart thrums in his chest. He knows that bracer. He knows that symbol. His eyes flick from the silver to her face, and speaks without answering her previous question.]
Where-- where did you get that? Do you work for the Bureau?
[It'd be nice, he thinks, not to be so alone with the knowledge of his home world.]
yes this is gr8!!
Where-- where did you get that? Do you work for the Bureau?
[It'd be nice, he thinks, not to be so alone with the knowledge of his home world.]