Becoming attuned to the natural elements contained within the Nexus, Zack sits back and sniffs at the air. He's currently rummaging in a bin, which Dean says isn't really what he needs to do any more, but people throw away all sorts of interesting things.
He's never scented anything like a Mediterranean seascape before, and follows the general aura of pleasant sun drenched islands and observes the character with his wine. Like a hound, Zack moves towards the colourful figure, sensing his way and ever-curious as he goes.
“You don't half talk funny,” he observes as the wine is poured - and it appears he's invited to partake. Instead of sitting, Zack crouches on the seat of the chair he's taken. This is a stranger and trust doesn't come easy. He's coiled, tightly-wound, ready to fend off trouble if need be.
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He's never scented anything like a Mediterranean seascape before, and follows the general aura of pleasant sun drenched islands and observes the character with his wine. Like a hound, Zack moves towards the colourful figure, sensing his way and ever-curious as he goes.
“You don't half talk funny,” he observes as the wine is poured - and it appears he's invited to partake. Instead of sitting, Zack crouches on the seat of the chair he's taken. This is a stranger and trust doesn't come easy. He's coiled, tightly-wound, ready to fend off trouble if need be.
“But yeah, I know what it's like, to miss home.”
[ooc: Inbuilt apology. He haz one.]