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Terry McGinnis (futurebat) wrote in silverage,

Terry spun around at the sound of a voice and prepped himself for an attack, his stance momentarily defensive. When he saw the woman who was addressing him, he slackened his defense slightly, but remained on guard, suspicious.

A costume party? Was she mocking him? He narrowed his eyes, trying to assess how exactly to respond. She was smiling and seemed non-threatening, but then again, she could be the one who dragged him...wherever they were. Had he been in his street clothes, he'd have been more inclined toward friendly conversation, but right now, he had a lot to worry about. He was therefore suspicious, and when he replied, his tone had a hint of curtness.

"I can see fine," he said. Technically, he saw better than fine, especially in the dark, as they were, but he didn't need to go into specifics. "Where are we?" True, it was possible that he was engaging in a discussion with someone who could be responsible for his current situation, but he didn't see how else he'd get answers.