Corvo liked to spend his Sundays looking around the city. It was quieter on a Sunday, though he had to be careful to avoid the buildings with rooftop gardens or gathering areas. On one rather memorable occasion, he'd Blinked onto a rooftop garden and scared the blue blazes out of an elderly woman doing her gardening and the length of time it had taken to calm her down and convince her he wasn't a demon... or an angel... had been lesson enough to be careful.
Today had been good though. He'd ventured out towards the area called Queens and seen many marvellous things and now, as he walked down the corridor towards his apartment, he hummed a tune under his breath that had been popular in the court before Jessamine had been murdered. That was until he saw the filthy raggedy man wandering along the corridor.
Only the fact that he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there was no rat plague here and no weepers kept his weapons inside his coat and stayed his hand from any of the tricks the Outsider had given him. This man was not sick, not contagious, just perhaps misplaced, though Corvo had no idea how someone other than a resident could get up to the residential floors given the security here.
As he got closer, the man's smell reached him and he winced slightly. He recognised that smell. He'd worn it himself after months in prison. Unwashed male. It was distinctive and decidedly on the unpleasant side.
"Excuse me," he said as he came up to the man. "Are you alright? Should you be here?"