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DX3214The touch made Emil's head turn towards it's source, and he reciprocated the grin he knew was there. He was also thankful that it was not as heavy handed as it could have been, though he did not vocalize it. But he knew that even if it had been as it was, it was still a gesture of friendship, though he also knew trying to remember that while surprised and face first in the snow would have been supremely difficult. He followed the others as they moved towards the gun store, in his own odd gate. Though he kept his grin, Emil knew that his presence was uncomfortable for the others to say the least, being the Bolverk meant one did not make friends and as such he had not had the proper time to get to know these two as much as he would have liked.
He was content to keep thinking on such things and perhaps try to strike up a conversation when something triped an internal alarm, the hair on the back of his neck rising in response. Though he could not see them, he could swear that someone was watching him, not in the normal sense of a passing glance, but continued staring or at the very least, side glances. He wanted to write it off as base paranoia, but the feeling persisted for some time. He didn't want to alert his packmates in case it was only just a feeling so he hung back, lagging behind a ways. That's when he noticed, there were new conversations. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but these had sprung up seemingly out of nowhere, sure their words were innocent enough but they felt hollow, rehearsed. Letting an uncharacteristic look of slight worry cross his face, Emil stopped what he was doing to lean against any stationary object within reach, as nonchalantly as possible. He stayed there for a second when he decided to do something.. odd. Letting out a low whistle he lightly tapped his cane three times, actions that most humans would ignore and meant absolutely nothing. Still he did this set of actions and trained his ears, within moments one of the conversations had had a hiccup in its pattern and the a couple of the talkers had crunched the snow as they shifted positions. Standing once more Emil begain walking, his pace increasing to catch up with Sam and Markus. As he caught up he cleared his throat, "Sam, if I could ask a tiny favor, could you hold the door for me. I'm afraid my cane may catch the edge." his voice lowered to a whisper as he continued, his burned and mangled eyes looking straight at her "And I need you to look out behind us as you do, I think someone is observing us."
He was content to keep thinking on such things and perhaps try to strike up a conversation when something triped an internal alarm, the hair on the back of his neck rising in response. Though he could not see them, he could swear that someone was watching him, not in the normal sense of a passing glance, but continued staring or at the very least, side glances. He wanted to write it off as base paranoia, but the feeling persisted for some time. He didn't want to alert his packmates in case it was only just a feeling so he hung back, lagging behind a ways. That's when he noticed, there were new conversations. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but these had sprung up seemingly out of nowhere, sure their words were innocent enough but they felt hollow, rehearsed. Letting an uncharacteristic look of slight worry cross his face, Emil stopped what he was doing to lean against any stationary object within reach, as nonchalantly as possible. He stayed there for a second when he decided to do something.. odd. Letting out a low whistle he lightly tapped his cane three times, actions that most humans would ignore and meant absolutely nothing. Still he did this set of actions and trained his ears, within moments one of the conversations had had a hiccup in its pattern and the a couple of the talkers had crunched the snow as they shifted positions. Standing once more Emil begain walking, his pace increasing to catch up with Sam and Markus. As he caught up he cleared his throat, "Sam, if I could ask a tiny favor, could you hold the door for me. I'm afraid my cane may catch the edge." his voice lowered to a whisper as he continued, his burned and mangled eyes looking straight at her "And I need you to look out behind us as you do, I think someone is observing us."