[Kim sees a small crowd gathered around the pamphlets, and a thought occurs to him that the only people who would be consulting such drivel would be those who had only just arrived in this wretched place. The halogen patch catches his attention first. A feeling of camaraderie surges in his chest as he realizes what that means.
But when then he draws closer, he hesitates. If this is another member of the RCM, as he so suspects, he's unsure if he'd want to approach them in this state. Sure, his teeth are hidden behind his scarf, his ears are hidden under his hair, and he's tucked his tail under his new trench coat. But they might think him to be a faker, masquerading in another officer's jacket.
He's about a foot away when he recognizes that silhouette, and his heart sinks in his chest. He tries to slink away before the man registers that Kim is standing a bit away, but it's too late--satellite officer Vicquemare seems to have noticed him, if the outburst is anything to go by.
Kim coughs, his clawed hands tucked firmly into his pockets. In a low voice, he replies:]
It's...definitely foreign, to say the least. They have local jails here, as well as local municipal courts. It seems to operate well enough for those who have lived here long-term.
[It's only after he's spoken does he realize that he didn't necessarily have to answer Vicquemare's outburst. If the satellite officer sets his eyes on Lieutenant Kitsuragi, he'll be met with what looks to be an extremely bundled-up RCM officer--but still, very recognizably Kim Kitsuragi. He clears his throat, distinctly uncomfortable.]
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But when then he draws closer, he hesitates. If this is another member of the RCM, as he so suspects, he's unsure if he'd want to approach them in this state. Sure, his teeth are hidden behind his scarf, his ears are hidden under his hair, and he's tucked his tail under his new trench coat. But they might think him to be a faker, masquerading in another officer's jacket.
He's about a foot away when he recognizes that silhouette, and his heart sinks in his chest. He tries to slink away before the man registers that Kim is standing a bit away, but it's too late--satellite officer Vicquemare seems to have noticed him, if the outburst is anything to go by.
Kim coughs, his clawed hands tucked firmly into his pockets. In a low voice, he replies:]
It's...definitely foreign, to say the least. They have local jails here, as well as local municipal courts. It seems to operate well enough for those who have lived here long-term.
[It's only after he's spoken does he realize that he didn't necessarily have to answer Vicquemare's outburst. If the satellite officer sets his eyes on Lieutenant Kitsuragi, he'll be met with what looks to be an extremely bundled-up RCM officer--but still, very recognizably Kim Kitsuragi. He clears his throat, distinctly uncomfortable.]
....Officer.