Re: Living Room - 12:22
While the little masks asked questions whose answers he didn't care about, Rorschach found himself glancing to the girl in the goggles. She was looking at him; even through the goggles, he could tell that her gaze was on him. Staring back without eyes, he waited, inclining his head just slightly as she flashed him a scar on her arm. He knew that scar.
Poppy. Liz's little friend. The one that could identify masks outside of their uniforms. Damn his life.
As she took a communicator, he let out the smallest of sighs, glancing over to Corbinian at his side. The talk of these communicators went a bit over his head. He had never been a technologically savvy person - he still asked Sam questions about popups on his computer. "Oracle good," he agreed with Corbinian, nodding slightly. "Good with technology." Somehow he'd figured out how to use the communicators - a miracle of miracles.