[He doesn't quite turn his back, this time. But he gives the interior of the room a quick once over. A fucking mess, after getting ransacked, but doesn't look like there's been much left behind but the mook. Even from a distance, he can see that the guy slumped against the wall is very still, out cold...but alive.
He adjusts his evaluation of Marc by a hair. Knocks his knuckles against the doorframe, like an answer.]
I think you get your point across.
[Clearly. A bit of well-applied pressure is worth a thousand words.
He lets the door swing loose again. Steps back.]
What next for you? Going door to door?
[It's what he'd been doing when he found him, after all.]
no subject
He adjusts his evaluation of Marc by a hair. Knocks his knuckles against the doorframe, like an answer.]
I think you get your point across.
[Clearly. A bit of well-applied pressure is worth a thousand words.
He lets the door swing loose again. Steps back.]
What next for you? Going door to door?
[It's what he'd been doing when he found him, after all.]