[The old man makes it in about twelve. That count for anything? He's running hot and looking around for anything suspicious about this scenario at all. No one hiding anywhere? Nobody bleeding? Of course there's nothing obvious. That' d be convenient.
There the kid is. He weaves on through the tables and is able to stand right in front of him.]
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There the kid is. He weaves on through the tables and is able to stand right in front of him.]
He here? You okay?
[Voice low, clearly concerned.]