[ He doesn't nod immediately to the question, remembering the shuffling going on earlier, the press of bodies, the spill on his shoulder. Likes to think that he's not that easy to target as he searches the pockets of his jacket, subtly patting himself down for anything--
it's light enough that he didn't notice the weight when someone must've placed it on him.
Not a weapon, but a ring. A large, expensive looking stone. The kind of thing that looks too nice to just drop on the floor, which he probably should've done, because he catches sight of shaved head again-- just seconds before he notices two larger figures in the crowd behind them approaching with purpose. ]
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it's light enough that he didn't notice the weight when someone must've placed it on him.
Not a weapon, but a ring. A large, expensive looking stone. The kind of thing that looks too nice to just drop on the floor, which he probably should've done, because he catches sight of shaved head again-- just seconds before he notices two larger figures in the crowd behind them approaching with purpose. ]