Anybody who says they expected it is either a liar, or lives a hell of a life. [The wryness creeping into his tone matches the alien's, from before.
Surprisingly, conversation – commiseration – does a lot to settle the unease in the pit of his stomach. Easier to stamp down and ignore, this way. While he's not luckily enough to call his second brush with death a distant memory, at least he's no longer reliving it.
Adam takes a deep breath and exhales.] What's your name?
[The more salient question might be "what do you do," because – alien or not – the signs of training are easily recognizable in the way the guy holds himself. And, you know, the way he'd managed to creep up on him in the dark like that. If the guy were human, Adam might take him for a fed, maybe a spook, but… Who can really say, now?]
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Surprisingly, conversation – commiseration – does a lot to settle the unease in the pit of his stomach. Easier to stamp down and ignore, this way. While he's not luckily enough to call his second brush with death a distant memory, at least he's no longer reliving it.
Adam takes a deep breath and exhales.] What's your name?
[The more salient question might be "what do you do," because – alien or not – the signs of training are easily recognizable in the way the guy holds himself. And, you know, the way he'd managed to creep up on him in the dark like that. If the guy were human, Adam might take him for a fed, maybe a spook, but… Who can really say, now?]