[Regular Einstein, ain't this guy? Sol doesn't utter a word, just keeps on as he is: right hand in his pocket and the square-edged blade in his left hand bracing against his shoulder as he walks. He's just a passer-by, not paying the man any more mind than is strictly necessary since he's in Sol's line of sight.
Guy's obnoxious with his chattering, but not giving Sol much reason to be at all helpful. At least, not until the "Sonic" is pulled out. That catches his attention. Course diverted, Sol's just gonna pause while the newcomer wanders his path, head cocked towards a shoulder to peer at the man.]
/just throws Sol in this shit too for SCIENCE!
Guy's obnoxious with his chattering, but not giving Sol much reason to be at all helpful. At least, not until the "Sonic" is pulled out. That catches his attention. Course diverted, Sol's just gonna pause while the newcomer wanders his path, head cocked towards a shoulder to peer at the man.]
Pockets in general're "odd".
[Well, his theory is that it's a pocket.]
So's deja-vu.