[In the midst of all the noise, there's a familiar thread of thought Ren picks up on as he makes his way through the tables. He follows it as if a hound on a scent, unsubtle until he stands before a man at one of the tables, labeled for its sale of tea. Ren looks him over, then, as if realizing the stare he must be leveling him, switches to his wares. The suggestion brings his eyes up once more.
A twitch appears on his lips, the beginning of a smile. How he must look that his suggestion is a stronger alternative to his primary product. Ren huffs, amused.]
Do I look that bad?
[He asks, maintaining a polite facade while he tries to probe further into his mind. Sometimes it's subtle, sometimes not. Ren hopes for the former, he's intrigued by some of the images that the man is projecting with his thoughts. If he can just get him to focus on them, he'll get a clearer picture -- all Ren wants is to confirm that their origins are not here on this world that cannot even land its people on another planet. He knows he can't be the only one.]
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A twitch appears on his lips, the beginning of a smile. How he must look that his suggestion is a stronger alternative to his primary product. Ren huffs, amused.]
Do I look that bad?
[He asks, maintaining a polite facade while he tries to probe further into his mind. Sometimes it's subtle, sometimes not. Ren hopes for the former, he's intrigued by some of the images that the man is projecting with his thoughts. If he can just get him to focus on them, he'll get a clearer picture -- all Ren wants is to confirm that their origins are not here on this world that cannot even land its people on another planet. He knows he can't be the only one.]