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locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

Locke followed obediently, his lifted brows the only indication of his curiosity as he sauntered happily enough behind the lady, towards her corner which had just been abandoned by a flustered bellboy shaking his head, keys a-jangling.

When his feet stopped in their merry walking and the question had been proposed to him, Locke had already slipped his new keys inside his pocket although he betrayed no indication of what had just happened. "Finding things or people, ehh..." He thought a little about this inquiry, looking back to his history of doing such. Finding things, sure. In his profession, it was important that he knew how to do it. But people, now that's a different matter altogether. But, he did have some success on that regard some months back...

"I guess I am, kind of," Locke said with a shrug, before he tugged his artful bandana down a bit from the back of his head. "You're looking for someone?"