[ He's wired, anxiety thrumming through every part of his person. No one here knows Cobb or even himself. Well, at least he doesn't think so.
(One day in the future, he'll be better at scanning a crowd and picking out who means trouble. One day, he'll think back to this moment and wonder how they made it out of the airport.)
Cobb comes down the escalator, expression relaxing just a fraction. It's enough to make some of the nervous energy he's been holding onto dispel. He doesn't smile, because who could after what they've been through, but he tips his head in a nod. An acknowledgment. ]
Hey. [ Informal to the last, but only around people he's familiar with. ] Got everything?
[ Being in the recycled air here has made him antsy. Or maybe that's the circumstances at hand. At the quiet thanks, he stares for a second and then shrugs, stuffs his hands in his pockets. ]
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(One day in the future, he'll be better at scanning a crowd and picking out who means trouble. One day, he'll think back to this moment and wonder how they made it out of the airport.)
Cobb comes down the escalator, expression relaxing just a fraction. It's enough to make some of the nervous energy he's been holding onto dispel. He doesn't smile, because who could after what they've been through, but he tips his head in a nod. An acknowledgment. ]
Hey. [ Informal to the last, but only around people he's familiar with. ] Got everything?
[ Being in the recycled air here has made him antsy. Or maybe that's the circumstances at hand. At the quiet thanks, he stares for a second and then shrugs, stuffs his hands in his pockets. ]
Come on— I booked us a room nearby.