[ Faraday wastes another few seconds to stare at him, trying to place the face, trying to match it to someone from the battle. He hardly remembers the folks they lost, having only spent a week in their company. Could be one of Bogue's men, even, but the man doesn't have that look about him – roughness at the edges, cruelty in the eyes.
He can't place the man, in that short moment of scrutiny, and he frowns all the more for it. ]
... Do I know you?
[ Wary and slow. He wonders if this is how Emma must feel, speaking with someone he's not sure should exist. ]
no subject
He can't place the man, in that short moment of scrutiny, and he frowns all the more for it. ]
... Do I know you?
[ Wary and slow. He wonders if this is how Emma must feel, speaking with someone he's not sure should exist. ]