[When Crane approaches the bar, the people surrounding him shrink back. Giving him a little distance, giving him a little room. The quiet way they disengage and avoid striking a conversation provide Rachel with her first subtle clue: the people here are afraid. Officers and criminals alike are reluctant to gossip about him in general. There are some frightening people you don't want to go investigating. Like most men he seems pleasant enough to strike business with, but when he puts on that mask...
Well, that's over with these days, right? Nothing to him under the sack, right? No bite, no venom.
The bartender brings Rachel her drink half a minute later. He unscrews a bottle of mineral water and pours it over chunks of ice, before leaving the bottle and his customer to their thoughts. Crane's reputation has spread through the town like how the ice melts and spreads into her water; infecting its bloodsteam, infesting its veins.
He sits at the end of the bar like he's nothing to be frightened of. Slams a stack of paperwork onto the counter and whips out a pen.
no subject
Well, that's over with these days, right? Nothing to him under the sack, right? No bite, no venom.
The bartender brings Rachel her drink half a minute later. He unscrews a bottle of mineral water and pours it over chunks of ice, before leaving the bottle and his customer to their thoughts. Crane's reputation has spread through the town like how the ice melts and spreads into her water; infecting its bloodsteam, infesting its veins.
He sits at the end of the bar like he's nothing to be frightened of. Slams a stack of paperwork onto the counter and whips out a pen.
Ignoring her totally.]