It's a pleasant moment, and Astrid is loath to break it. But she has to see what he knows about these sightings, if it really is something to worry about. She clears her throat softly.
"News gets around," she says, glancing at the newsfeed again. "We managed to get a picture, though."
She digs her mobile out of her pocket and pokes the screen a few times, bringing up the photo and then handing the device to him. "Do you think it's real?"
The subject of the picture, despite looking a trifle worse for wear, is familiar. If he didn't know any better, he'd say this fellow was one of the original twelve, the ones who really were Observers....
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It's a pleasant moment, and Astrid is loath to break it. But she has to see what he knows about these sightings, if it really is something to worry about. She clears her throat softly.
"News gets around," she says, glancing at the newsfeed again. "We managed to get a picture, though."
She digs her mobile out of her pocket and pokes the screen a few times, bringing up the photo and then handing the device to him. "Do you think it's real?"
The subject of the picture, despite looking a trifle worse for wear, is familiar. If he didn't know any better, he'd say this fellow was one of the original twelve, the ones who really were Observers....