Mycroft looks over at the sound of the girl's voice, umbrella coming out of a swing to rest at an angle on his shoulder as though it were open.
Within the first moment of observing her, he's pinpointed (among other things) several too-familiar signs of a hard morning-after. Whatever it is she's on, it's serious, and it's not a new habit. He doesn't know whether she's human or not, and he doesn't know what types of effects certain substances have on various xenians (something to look into), but he knows what this looks like.
He's not sure whether he wants to run toward her or run away.
In the end, he takes a hesitant step in her direction, eyes continuing to evaluate her condition. Stable (for now). Dehydrated. Slightly exhausted (awake 18-20 hrs if human). He can smell the scent of cigarettes from here (chain-smoker). Not completely sober yet. The checklist is like a well-worn path in his head, and it scrolls on and on. Still, only a faint shadow of concern shows in his eyes, at the corners of his mouth.
"Mycroft Holmes," he says, falling back on manners. "Assistant Political Coordinator. I assume you must be an agent, Miss..."
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Within the first moment of observing her, he's pinpointed (among other things) several too-familiar signs of a hard morning-after. Whatever it is she's on, it's serious, and it's not a new habit. He doesn't know whether she's human or not, and he doesn't know what types of effects certain substances have on various xenians (something to look into), but he knows what this looks like.
He's not sure whether he wants to run toward her or run away.
In the end, he takes a hesitant step in her direction, eyes continuing to evaluate her condition. Stable (for now). Dehydrated. Slightly exhausted (awake 18-20 hrs if human). He can smell the scent of cigarettes from here (chain-smoker). Not completely sober yet. The checklist is like a well-worn path in his head, and it scrolls on and on. Still, only a faint shadow of concern shows in his eyes, at the corners of his mouth.
"Mycroft Holmes," he says, falling back on manners. "Assistant Political Coordinator. I assume you must be an agent, Miss..."