[It's the first moment that he's gotten a good look at her ears and though he is hardly so crass as to stare, it draws a sharp, inspective gaze. James has been confronted with all manner of things in this place, but he's still learning to deal with the absolute intricacy of worlds colliding.
He rubs his fingers through his beard, drops his hand against his whiskey glass.]
Don't suppose you know Way me Susiana?
[He conjures the name at random, from a hundred different shanties he's encountered in his time.]
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He rubs his fingers through his beard, drops his hand against his whiskey glass.]
Don't suppose you know Way me Susiana?
[He conjures the name at random, from a hundred different shanties he's encountered in his time.]