[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180428/81179b260873ea5d7d2bb904afb80c77.png[/img][/center][hr]His fingers continued to trace the cracks in the stone surrounding him, quietly responding to his thoughts. When he remembered his past encounters with danger they skipped across the jagged rock, only steadying whenever he or Lynx would put an end to one of his mental tangents. It was when Chres spoke that his index finger dug deep into a hole in the rock with a soft crack, nearly causing Octavio to stop moving entirely. [color=dde0c7]"Awfully quiet? Me?"[/color] he chuckled. He wiped his hand clean of debris and continued. [color=dde0c7]"You're not in the wrong there."[/color] Intuition told him the woman would know if he was loose-lipped about their encounter, but he also reasoned she'd be prepared for it. Why [i]wouldn't[/i] she expect Octavio to talk? He bit his lip for a moment. At times it felt like clairvoyancy and good connections were identical. [color=dde0c7]"I had an encounter with a woman not too long ago. She knew too much about me."[/color] Another chuckle escaped him. [color=dde0c7] "Now, I've been the subject of dossiers and wanted posters in the past, I'm well acquainted with the typical amount of information one person can gather on another. This was beyond that by a grand margin."[/color] His eyebrows widened as he shook his head. [color=dde0c7]"Even making some, some silly little nursery rhyme about me. Me and... my sister."[/color] He let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. [color=dde0c7]"An awful lot of bizarre people in this world."[/color]