It's windy and still empty. There's something sad about that. He'd thought it was more how early it was this morning, but it looks to have the about the same number of people, again. Maybe different ones, but not many people milling about really at all. At least it means that they probably won't have to wait to talk to him.
Steve looked over the people present, at Danny's question, without looking back at the man. A vague narrow of his eyes, skimming height and build and color. But none of them pinged right. None of them was the person he was looking for. (And none of them, though he wouldn't be there at all, by any means, was Victor Hesse.)
Steve started walking across the lot, assuming Danny would follow him, the way he'd come around the car.
"There should be a Security Office." He hadn't looked earlier, but it was a historical site.
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Date: 2014-01-21 12:26 am (UTC)Steve looked over the people present, at Danny's question, without looking back at the man. A vague narrow of his eyes, skimming height and build and color. But none of them pinged right. None of them was the person he was looking for. (And none of them, though he wouldn't be there at all, by any means, was Victor Hesse.)
Steve started walking across the lot, assuming Danny would follow him, the way he'd come around the car.
"There should be a Security Office." He hadn't looked earlier, but it was a historical site.