[ He isn't so daft to notice that he hasn't been given a confirmation or a denial, and while he's unsure if the man in front of him is playing some kind of game with him, there's not much else he can do to ignore facts. The stranger doesn't seem to have a weapon on him, not even any sort of identification - and besides that, he'd been alone. He couldn't imagine the figurehead of a well-established crime syndicate being that stupid.
In all honesty he should probably just leave the matter at that and be done with it. Maybe caution the - older? - man about going down dark alleyways unarmed, though given that he hadn't been carrying a wallet in the first place perhaps it was unwarranted. Perhaps someone with more impatience might have attacked him anyway, but Childe was not that person; even if his mind was still lingering on the utterly calm, placid way the man had stared down the barrel of a gun.
It's a little unusual, even for someone as scatterbrained as this person seemed to bed. It's no surprise that he doesn't lower his guard, crossing his arms over his chest as he steps over to examine the phone that's being held out to him. Doing so ensures he's able to reach his weapon if the situation suddenly changes.
The alley is dark enough that the brightness of the screen makes him squint a little so it takes a bit of staring before he's able to figure out what he's looking at. Where... exactly is he trying to go? ]
I've only been here a few days, but if it's this city specifically I might be able to help out.
[ This is an odd turn of events, even for Childe. He has half a mind not to help him, but there's still that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that there's something off about him. He's not going to leave until he figures it out. ]
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[ He isn't so daft to notice that he hasn't been given a confirmation or a denial, and while he's unsure if the man in front of him is playing some kind of game with him, there's not much else he can do to ignore facts. The stranger doesn't seem to have a weapon on him, not even any sort of identification - and besides that, he'd been alone. He couldn't imagine the figurehead of a well-established crime syndicate being that stupid.
In all honesty he should probably just leave the matter at that and be done with it. Maybe caution the - older? - man about going down dark alleyways unarmed, though given that he hadn't been carrying a wallet in the first place perhaps it was unwarranted. Perhaps someone with more impatience might have attacked him anyway, but Childe was not that person; even if his mind was still lingering on the utterly calm, placid way the man had stared down the barrel of a gun.
It's a little unusual, even for someone as scatterbrained as this person seemed to bed. It's no surprise that he doesn't lower his guard, crossing his arms over his chest as he steps over to examine the phone that's being held out to him. Doing so ensures he's able to reach his weapon if the situation suddenly changes.
The alley is dark enough that the brightness of the screen makes him squint a little so it takes a bit of staring before he's able to figure out what he's looking at. Where... exactly is he trying to go? ]
I've only been here a few days, but if it's this city specifically I might be able to help out.
[ This is an odd turn of events, even for Childe. He has half a mind not to help him, but there's still that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that there's something off about him. He's not going to leave until he figures it out. ]
What's the address?