[The look Altius fixes the other man with out of the corner of his eye is plainly meant to express his desire for Rosen to step the fuck away, and he maintains that eye contact for several uncomfortable seconds, or until Rosen breaks it—not that he expects the latter.
After that, though, he does glance over the screen he's powered on and quickly locates the list in question, which is a mix of names and what appears to be self-chosen monikers, the likes of which he'd expect from some sort of lighthearted social media forum.]
No traditional numbers, [he answers.] Only usernames. A few dozen.
[He only glances briefly through them before scrolling through the short list of apps and opening what claims to be a map, stepping towards the opposite end of the roof. He needs to see more of this place.
The welcome bots, apparently happy to have done their job, start puttering away to disappear to wherever welcome bots go. Zekarion only realizes he's missed their departure a moment too late, glancing over his shoulder to find the roof empty of anything but him and his unpleasant companion.]
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After that, though, he does glance over the screen he's powered on and quickly locates the list in question, which is a mix of names and what appears to be self-chosen monikers, the likes of which he'd expect from some sort of lighthearted social media forum.]
No traditional numbers, [he answers.] Only usernames. A few dozen.
[He only glances briefly through them before scrolling through the short list of apps and opening what claims to be a map, stepping towards the opposite end of the roof. He needs to see more of this place.
The welcome bots, apparently happy to have done their job, start puttering away to disappear to wherever welcome bots go. Zekarion only realizes he's missed their departure a moment too late, glancing over his shoulder to find the roof empty of anything but him and his unpleasant companion.]