[center][color=silver][h1][i]~Bartholomew~[/i][/h1][/color] [/center] [sub][i]Location: NYC Compound - Time 12:10 PM[/i][/sub] [sub][i]Mentions & Interactions: [@FailingForward][/i][/sub] [hr] Bartholomew heard a woman's voice coming from somewhere off to his right. Calmly turning to face the mysterious newcomer, he watched, eye's briefly widening in surprise and recognition, as she leaned out from behind the wall of a nearby shack and answered his original question before stepping out into the open, allowing him to see her better. She was a little bit shorter than he was, light skinned with short black hair, what appeared to be light grey, blue, or cerulean colored eye's, he couldn't really tell from this distance, and a delicate looking face. There was no mistaking it. She was Jenny Steban, another one of the Deviants he'd set out to recruit today. Admittedly, while he hadn't originally planned on meeting her this early, Bartholomew easily took the sudden change of events in stride. From what he knew of her through the Peacekeepers database, it seemed she was unable to stay dead for very long. A very useful ability if he ever saw one. Turning around fully as she strode towards him, Bartholomew chuckled slightly at her sarcastic mimicking of his accent. [color=silver]"I hate to admit it, but I am indeed from around here."[/color] He said, absentmindedly nodding towards some dilapidated buildings nearby. [color=silver]"As for my exceptional clothing and excellent state of personal hygiene...well, I find ways to keep myself filth free."[/color] He said, pausing briefly to watch a flock of pigeons fly by overhead before returning his attention to her and continuing the conversation. [color=silver]"Now back to what I was speaking of earlier. The [i]"fun"[/i] I mentioned would have more to do with the second scenario you brought up, rather than the first. Of course, there's nothing stopping us from playing a board game or two either, if that's what you're in the mood for." [/color] He said in a slightly playful tone as he moved the cane into his other hand and leaned on it, patiently awaiting her response.