[As soon as a figure cuts into the corner of his vision, he whips to face them, distrust in the furrow of a brow and down curve of mouth. The accent is thick, but it doesn't mask words enough for Cain to fail to hear what's said.]
I guess. [Dark eyes drift between the man's outstretched hand and the cherry-red dot of the burning cigarette.] Never seen anything like it before.
[Is all of this from Earth? The question rises in his mind, but he doesn't ask, clasping that hand in an awkward—but firm—shake, quick to release, leather gloves yielding and supple in contact.]
You got another one of those you want to share? [Cain pantomimes the cigarette between the man's lips.] I'll trade for it.
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I guess. [Dark eyes drift between the man's outstretched hand and the cherry-red dot of the burning cigarette.] Never seen anything like it before.
[Is all of this from Earth? The question rises in his mind, but he doesn't ask, clasping that hand in an awkward—but firm—shake, quick to release, leather gloves yielding and supple in contact.]
You got another one of those you want to share? [Cain pantomimes the cigarette between the man's lips.] I'll trade for it.