[ Living people? Was he shut in with some kind of grave robber? The gaze he turns back to her is quizzical, shifting quickly to relief at permission to guard himself. Immediately he's shuffling back toward the bedroom, giving her that same wide berth as he passes. ]
Edward. [ Holding the 'Nashton' on the off chance the GCPD has released his name. Someone from Atlanta may have no business with Gotham's news, but he'd rather be safe. The bedroom doesn't yield anything especially useful. Everything too large, too cumbersome to be of any use. Settling eventually on a watch worn over his knuckles and a tall, slim vase (the three tall flowers it held placed carefully atop the dresser), he steps back into the hall feeling only a little foolish. ] What's yours?
[ And because he can feel it lodging itself in his brain: ] And what did you mean, living people?
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Edward. [ Holding the 'Nashton' on the off chance the GCPD has released his name. Someone from Atlanta may have no business with Gotham's news, but he'd rather be safe. The bedroom doesn't yield anything especially useful. Everything too large, too cumbersome to be of any use. Settling eventually on a watch worn over his knuckles and a tall, slim vase (the three tall flowers it held placed carefully atop the dresser), he steps back into the hall feeling only a little foolish. ] What's yours?
[ And because he can feel it lodging itself in his brain: ] And what did you mean, living people?