[ connor's attention turns to the car as it pulls up, and the moth bumps into his LED one last time before fluttering back toward the lamp. as the window rolls down, he realizes that he's being called out to. he doesn't recognize the voice, but that doesn't stop him from answering. ]
I'm waiting for my cab.
[ a few steps closer to the curb, and if he leans down he can see the face of the man in the driver's side seat. blinking placidly, he runs a background check and comes up with several points of information: this is lieutenant hank anderson, employed as a detective at the detroit police department. born in 1985. no criminal record. connor doesn't smile in greeting. ]
no subject
I'm waiting for my cab.
[ a few steps closer to the curb, and if he leans down he can see the face of the man in the driver's side seat. blinking placidly, he runs a background check and comes up with several points of information: this is lieutenant hank anderson, employed as a detective at the detroit police department. born in 1985. no criminal record. connor doesn't smile in greeting. ]
I'm fine. Is there something I can do for you?