[Provided I know who's borrowing it... Andrei is silent for a long moment, but it's not as if a man with those powers couldn't lift information out of his mind if he wanted. He has a little experience dealing with telepaths.
He doesn't, unfortunately, have any telepathic ability of his own. Which means no protection besides imagining the steppe. And annoying popular songs, of course.
After his pause, he presses a hand to his chest to execute a polite, old-fashioned little bow.] Andrei. I bartend at Enyart's in the Underground.
But I'm afraid you're right. We should get moving.
[He scans the crowd; the police drones are still zipping overhead, looking for suspicious behavior, and lines of matte-black police gear glint between the bright colors of shoppers' clothes on both the nearby side streets. No advantage that he can spot to either; he gestures towards the nearest.]
no subject
He doesn't, unfortunately, have any telepathic ability of his own. Which means no protection besides imagining the steppe. And annoying popular songs, of course.
After his pause, he presses a hand to his chest to execute a polite, old-fashioned little bow.] Andrei. I bartend at Enyart's in the Underground.
But I'm afraid you're right. We should get moving.
[He scans the crowd; the police drones are still zipping overhead, looking for suspicious behavior, and lines of matte-black police gear glint between the bright colors of shoppers' clothes on both the nearby side streets. No advantage that he can spot to either; he gestures towards the nearest.]
This way?