It's not every day Delsin hears someone call his name. He got used to it in Seattle. Hell, girls were asking to have his babies, and that's not boasting: it's just truth. People would call out to him on the streets for his work against the Dupes. And, okay, he didn't exactly revel in the attention, but he's come to realize that he misses it now that it's gone.
So when someone calls his name, he does stop, and he looks around. He almost doesn't recognize her. Then he nods.
"Oh, hey, Liz," he says. He clears his throat and steps closer, looking tense, maybe even nervous — but not at all injured from his jump off the roof.
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Date: 2014-06-11 11:51 pm (UTC)So when someone calls his name, he does stop, and he looks around. He almost doesn't recognize her. Then he nods.
"Oh, hey, Liz," he says. He clears his throat and steps closer, looking tense, maybe even nervous — but not at all injured from his jump off the roof.