[Adam looks around – surprised in spite of himself – and catches sight of another man, his eyes immediately drawn to the other's. One reflective sphere where a real eye should be, no attempt to make it appear anything but. Somehow he doesn't get the sense that it's a proxy eye by choice. Glassed after the tussle with the Caducans, just like Dorian and Isha had said– it must've been. This guy's been here a while, then.
He takes in that statement, the line of his mouth thinning.] It's a little hard to find that comforting, believe it or not.
[The words would sound a little waspish coming from anyone else, but there's no hostility in his tone – or much of anything, really. It's almost too-deliberately neutral, like he's trying to hold back something just under the surface, keep it from bubbling over.]
A ship full of dead people? [One corner of his mouth tugs upwards.] It ought to be named the Charon instead.
[The Moira's name had grated on him from the start, ever since he'd first heard it. The Fates – like he needs anyone or anything else tugging at his strings.]
there're 40 snakes in my boot!
He takes in that statement, the line of his mouth thinning.] It's a little hard to find that comforting, believe it or not.
[The words would sound a little waspish coming from anyone else, but there's no hostility in his tone – or much of anything, really. It's almost too-deliberately neutral, like he's trying to hold back something just under the surface, keep it from bubbling over.]
A ship full of dead people? [One corner of his mouth tugs upwards.] It ought to be named the Charon instead.
[The Moira's name had grated on him from the start, ever since he'd first heard it. The Fates – like he needs anyone or anything else tugging at his strings.]