Roman | Marsh | Nobu: OPEN
“No I...” he began as a reply to Roman when a man who he could swear was Paul McCartney came up to him like they’d met before. “...don’t, I’ve been posted up in Searchlight.” He replied and then finally the Paul McCartney was in front of the both of them.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He asked, wondering who this mystery person was. His signals didn’t seem to work in this place, couldn’t pick up on what was going through his or anyone’s minds. More surprisingly, he felt uncomfortable with this. He’d have thought it would allow him to relax but now he was beginning to suspect he relied on it more than he thought.