"Balladeer?" she repeats, bewildered. He doesn't look like the Balladeer - but it sounds as if he's... expecting that?
Aside from his face, she has to admit he's doing a rather good impression of the man. He holds himself the same way, and the mild exasperation he displays in response to having a gun drawn on him is rather telling. And she has noticed a few subtle changes in his appearance before, now that she thinks about it - things she'd attributed to misrememberings or a failure to pay proper attention on her part. Things like his eyes seeming to be blue one day and hazel the next, or his hair being not quite the same shade of brown from week to week. Nothing so extreme as this, of course, but... well.
He doesn't look entirely unlike the Balladeer, either.
"Don't shoot him," she says quickly, skirting around Iman and laying a quelling hand on her arm. "I--you do look different, but I think... I think it's him." She frowns up at him, only a little less bewildered. "But what are you doing down here?"
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Aside from his face, she has to admit he's doing a rather good impression of the man. He holds himself the same way, and the mild exasperation he displays in response to having a gun drawn on him is rather telling. And she has noticed a few subtle changes in his appearance before, now that she thinks about it - things she'd attributed to misrememberings or a failure to pay proper attention on her part. Things like his eyes seeming to be blue one day and hazel the next, or his hair being not quite the same shade of brown from week to week. Nothing so extreme as this, of course, but... well.
He doesn't look entirely unlike the Balladeer, either.
"Don't shoot him," she says quickly, skirting around Iman and laying a quelling hand on her arm. "I--you do look different, but I think... I think it's him." She frowns up at him, only a little less bewildered. "But what are you doing down here?"