Theo considers that. Very long black hair... and up close this lady looks even more, well, dead. Ghostly, to be more specific. Bloodless and grey, kind of faded, no signs of decomposition. It's weird but he's from Gotham, weird shit capital of the US as far as he can tell. A scary ghost looking metahuman is no more improbable than the plant lady, he figures.
"So," He starts, tilting his head to the side. "They have to bust you out a sealed well?"
He turns to look at her prompting, as casually as one can manage in such a situation. The one other orange jumpsuit schmuck is definitely strolling their way. It's only then that he realizes this guy doesn't have shackles. He doesn't even have cuffs on. No shackles. Who is this guy? Theo can't shake the feeling he knows this guy still, or knows of him. It's frustrating. He just can't place him. "Do you recognize that guy?" He half-whispers in her direction.
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Date: 2017-02-23 08:25 pm (UTC)"So," He starts, tilting his head to the side. "They have to bust you out a sealed well?"
He turns to look at her prompting, as casually as one can manage in such a situation. The one other orange jumpsuit schmuck is definitely strolling their way. It's only then that he realizes this guy doesn't have shackles. He doesn't even have cuffs on. No shackles. Who is this guy? Theo can't shake the feeling he knows this guy still, or knows of him. It's frustrating. He just can't place him. "Do you recognize that guy?" He half-whispers in her direction.