[D doesn't have to glance at Silco to know the man is there by the scent of the cigar he could smell before they came together. His eyes instead continue to watch the others from beneath the brim of the hat, idle, people watching.
They are enjoying themselves, and he finds this okay. They should.]
It's not a place I belong.
[His voice is softer than it looks like it should be. Finally, D turns his head to look over the collar of the pauldrons, peering at Silco without giving the man any kind of once over. Quietly, he says,] Silco, [as if he has pin-pointed who the other man is.]
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They are enjoying themselves, and he finds this okay. They should.]
It's not a place I belong.
[His voice is softer than it looks like it should be. Finally, D turns his head to look over the collar of the pauldrons, peering at Silco without giving the man any kind of once over. Quietly, he says,] Silco, [as if he has pin-pointed who the other man is.]
The dangerous man.