[It's almost a silent acknowledgement, the way Corvo pushes forward, a motion that makes Garrett tilt his head if only slightly, curiosity piqued. Why would a man who is aware that someone is around just amiably wander off towards a place that most would assume would be more dangerous? And in Garrett's case, most assuredly would be?
It's not too difficult to figure out, really- the man is just confident in keeping the prize away from him, and the master thief isn't used to something quite like it. Back home, people scare easily. One sound of shattered glass and the guards jump a mile and look in all the wrong places. It's easy enough to distract them, but this man...
Well, Garrett always does love a challenge.
As Corvo moves down into the hallway, the master thief follows, that right eye of his beginning to glow a bright aqua in the dark, trying to see if there's anything he could use to his advantage. A few spare vases, a bookcase, a chandelier. Things that could be useful, yes, but far too suspicious and more importantly, loud. That is the one thing he wants to avoid at this moment. A ghost is a far better approach than being a predator in this case. After all, this man is orange in his Focus, aware of his presence and alert, but not yet hostile. He's not exactly looking for him either, but Garrett isn't about to just waltz right up and swipe that charm off the stranger.
Not yet, at least.
Things have to be thought through. Decisions have to be placed carefully. His feet step across the carpet quietly, moves like a cat, delicate and careful of where he steps and the noises he makes. Like walking through a room set with birdcages and sleeping birds, he avoids making sudden movement, hand gently reaching to his side, fingers wrapping around the neck of a glass bottle he had brought from home. A raise of that same hand, and he tosses the bottle away, hard, from himself, and away from Corvo, causing the glass to shatter and almost echo in the dulled sound of the celebration behind them both.
Was he aiming for Corvo's head? Certainly not. The Blackjack would do a better job if he wanted to knock the man out. No, this is to divert his attention, as Garrett now swiftly moves in, hand outstretched towards that charm from the shadows, to snatch it away and let the darkness engulf them both as a whole.
you have no idea how loud i shrieked at seeing this in my inbox this morning
It's not too difficult to figure out, really- the man is just confident in keeping the prize away from him, and the master thief isn't used to something quite like it. Back home, people scare easily. One sound of shattered glass and the guards jump a mile and look in all the wrong places. It's easy enough to distract them, but this man...
Well, Garrett always does love a challenge.
As Corvo moves down into the hallway, the master thief follows, that right eye of his beginning to glow a bright aqua in the dark, trying to see if there's anything he could use to his advantage. A few spare vases, a bookcase, a chandelier. Things that could be useful, yes, but far too suspicious and more importantly, loud. That is the one thing he wants to avoid at this moment. A ghost is a far better approach than being a predator in this case. After all, this man is orange in his Focus, aware of his presence and alert, but not yet hostile. He's not exactly looking for him either, but Garrett isn't about to just waltz right up and swipe that charm off the stranger.
Not yet, at least.
Things have to be thought through. Decisions have to be placed carefully. His feet step across the carpet quietly, moves like a cat, delicate and careful of where he steps and the noises he makes. Like walking through a room set with birdcages and sleeping birds, he avoids making sudden movement, hand gently reaching to his side, fingers wrapping around the neck of a glass bottle he had brought from home. A raise of that same hand, and he tosses the bottle away, hard, from himself, and away from Corvo, causing the glass to shatter and almost echo in the dulled sound of the celebration behind them both.
Was he aiming for Corvo's head? Certainly not. The Blackjack would do a better job if he wanted to knock the man out. No, this is to divert his attention, as Garrett now swiftly moves in, hand outstretched towards that charm from the shadows, to snatch it away and let the darkness engulf them both as a whole.
Your move, sir Attano.]