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Easy

Looking past you, careful to keep an eye on his table.

Easy

Looking past you, keeping half a careful eye on Ignatz.

Medium

Poor trade. PSEUDOPOD seems to be enjoying himself.

Easy

He didn't fully buy it. More.

Heroic

Sarcasm. He knows you're together.

Formidable

You feel PSEUDOPOD's unsettling gaze on you.

Challenging

He's gone totally off script.

Medium

He looks down at his empty hands, imagining the mugs.

Formidable

He does not give a single fascist fuck about any deathless heroes.

Medium

She pressed all of them.

Easy

Arms crossed, brow furrowed -- not a hint of paternal care.

Medium

He traces the veins on the back of his hand, under the thinning skin.

Easy

The way he said 'service'... like he meant...

Challenging

You sense a change behind his eyes. A decision has been made.

Medium

His face seems to say: 'but not if this job carries on the way it is'.

Easy

No need when your body language matches a spider as it stiffly curls up into a ball to die.

Easy

He grimaces, wearing the same look as when you asked him about the moon.

Easy

It's locked away deep inside, far away from the surface that he's comfortable presenting.

Challenging

You see the pity for the miners in the man's eyes. Men and women drying out inside barren rock, the billowing dust steadily making them blind...

Easy

He hid it well. What else could he be hiding?

Easy

Mention of La Luz never fails to make your hairs stand attentive.

Medium

Something's up. This is a distraction.

Medium

As if expecting a miracle to materialise before him.

Medium

He seems exhilarated to have caught something as obvious.

Easy

The universal sign for 'never heard of it'.

Formidable

His familiarity toward you is, for all intents and purposes, real.

Challenging

Brow slightly ruffled, not entirely sure where to look. He's not used to having his picture taken.

Challenging

Brow slightly ruffled, not entirely sure where to look. He's not used to having his picture taken.

Easy

Medium

He can't hold on for much longer.

Easy

He's not surprised at all.

Easy

He's not bothered by you bringing this up.

Easy

He carries himself with straight shoulders, a confident posture, but his thick glasses hide a furry face twisted with anxiety.

Easy

Have you seen yourself? A solitary woman jabbering into a phone, repeating random words.

Medium

The whisper of a smile at the corner of her mouth suggests she even enjoyed it.

Easy

Unwelcome terrain. Tread lightly.

Easy

This is a woman who's planned countless 'perfect' murders in her idle hours.

Medium

Mouth drawn down in what's threatening to become a permanent frown.

Medium

Her features seem to harden ever-so-slightly.

Challenging

The darting eyes, the hunched posture, the furtiveness -- she was watching for a watcher.

Medium

This is no mere 'Look', it is an expression of absolute, devastating neutrality. It will take weeks to recover.

Medium

She pronounces 'Carmuna' with a slight distaste, like she's naming a rival.

Easy

She hesitates. Torn between two thoughts.

Easy

She hesitates. A little shy all of a sudden.

Medium

Ooff. It's possible you're going to regret engineering her so thoroughly.

Medium

Something's got her in an unusually euphoric mood.

Medium

Her demeanour is sincere. You could open up if you wanted.

Easy

A glacial wind emanates from her.

Easy

Requesting assistance.

Medium

She's evaluating you just as you are her.