[A sneer briefly flickers at Jack's upper lip, instinctually defensive over his food as John moves closer like a dog who's been starved in the past. But it's gone in an instant, replaced with a hefty frown as he hunkers back into his seat, pulling the half eaten arm close to his chest.]
Just a regular bloke. [He grumbles, side eyeing John.]
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Just a regular bloke. [He grumbles, side eyeing John.]
Why are you here?