[ He walks very quietly, for a human. There's seems to be little about Simon that's not deliberate. Clark is sure never to block any of the exits and come over to him equally casual but slow. ]
Here.
[ There's a small set of rods Clark had managed to appropriate into skewers. He hands them over, taking a seat furthest from Simon. He runs hot and has no need of a fire. Habit makes him rub his hands spread them near the flame. If it serves the additional purpose of letting his companion see he's unarmed and has no way of springing a knife on him, all the better. ]
no subject
Here.
[ There's a small set of rods Clark had managed to appropriate into skewers. He hands them over, taking a seat furthest from Simon. He runs hot and has no need of a fire. Habit makes him rub his hands spread them near the flame. If it serves the additional purpose of letting his companion see he's unarmed and has no way of springing a knife on him, all the better. ]