Re: Outside
"It's cool," Frederick shot back seriously. "Just paranoid to put a scratch on the old girl. New paint job." He didn't even blink, lying easily, smoothly. He'd had plenty of practice, what with his cutthroat family first and being in the adult entertainment business later. Lying was a survival tool, and he was good at it.
"Thanks," Frederick replied, and his chest maybe puffed out a little at her noticing his shirt. Frederick flirted like he lied. It was second nature. He didn't even realize he was doing it sometimes. He would have certainly disagreed on the boots. He thought his fashion sense was quirky, not wrong. But then, he was full of opinions himself.
Eyeing Shard suspiciously, Frederick wondered what to say to her noticing the rather large hole in the wall some distance from them. For all he knew she was some undercover cop ready to blow the whistle on them. Then again, it looked like he had plenty of time to play it cool. "Who, me? I'm just minding my own business and waiting for a friend," he deadpanned. The corners of his mouth pulled up evenly in a close lipped smile, then fell again.
Frederick supposed he could now see, if grudgingly, the wisdom in having him wear civilian clothes. That didn't mean he had to like it. He could feel the tingle in his hands, which were itching to shapeshift into weapons even now. Something about the angry, excited crowd and the unknown quantity standing before him. It was exciting, in its own way, although the thought of hitting a girl held no appeal to him whatsoever.