[Illya knows that expression all too well. He's seen it in the mirror far too many times. He can't see the man's other hand, but Illya would bet money it was starting to shake.
So his approach is careful, cautious. Alerting the man to his presence with a gentle touch to his shoulder.] Hey.
[He nods towards the door, his voice low and more gentle than it usually is.] You want maybe to walk outside with me? Have a cigarette, look at the snow. This sort of thing.
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So his approach is careful, cautious. Alerting the man to his presence with a gentle touch to his shoulder.] Hey.
[He nods towards the door, his voice low and more gentle than it usually is.] You want maybe to walk outside with me? Have a cigarette, look at the snow. This sort of thing.