["At ease" isn't what Vimes aims for, and he isn't the one trying to bring it about. But that furtive look is like catnip to a copper. Here, his watchman's mind is crying out, is someone who's either just committed a crime, is just about to, or thinks he knows who has. Regardless, that sounds like Vimes' business.]
[So there's a certain heaviness to the hand that drops onto Vash's shoulder. It's not holding him in place, not just yet, but that's very much the kind of hand that comes half a step before the cuffs. Vimes isn't a particularly tall man, but he still manages to loom, deepset eyes scowling from under a battered brass helmet.]
Want to tell your old pal Vimesy more about what's not safe, sunshine?
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[So there's a certain heaviness to the hand that drops onto Vash's shoulder. It's not holding him in place, not just yet, but that's very much the kind of hand that comes half a step before the cuffs. Vimes isn't a particularly tall man, but he still manages to loom, deepset eyes scowling from under a battered brass helmet.]
Want to tell your old pal Vimesy more about what's not safe, sunshine?