The Aussie's quick departure gets a double-take from Roman. Fine, whatever. If the man has to piss or whatnot than it's not like Sionis is gonna stop him from doing that. And besides that, they got time. Roman settles into one of the row seats and kicks his feet up in the one across him. There's a handful of other people waiting, too. It doesn't take much observing to rule them out as potential threats. They're all just regular people, minding their own business. Even the airline staff manning the desk is especially unremarkable.
He still can't shake that feeling of impending bullshit though.
Digger returns a couple minutes later, taking over the chair by him. "Should be about 3:45." Roman pays little mind until he realizes, a bit late, that Digger's brought something back with him. And he's eating it. "The hell is that?" Roman asks, furrowing his brows. He pivots in his seat to look down skeptically at the cup of... candy? Cookies? A goddamn mountain of both. "Did you knock over one of the fuckin' vending machines?"
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Date: 2017-12-09 07:10 am (UTC)He still can't shake that feeling of impending bullshit though.
Digger returns a couple minutes later, taking over the chair by him. "Should be about 3:45." Roman pays little mind until he realizes, a bit late, that Digger's brought something back with him. And he's eating it. "The hell is that?" Roman asks, furrowing his brows. He pivots in his seat to look down skeptically at the cup of... candy? Cookies? A goddamn mountain of both. "Did you knock over one of the fuckin' vending machines?"