[The woman smiles, but he still gets the distinct feeling he messed up the answer. Maybe it was the way one of the eight year olds pops out from under the black cloth with an eagerness to know more about the morbid topic.
[He ignores the prodding questions from the girl - Why so many knives? Is that a metal arm? Can I touch it? What’s with the sword? - and makes another attempt to follow the other Stranger’s lead.]
I think that one’s working on his landing.
[He points up at one of the floating children clambering on the ceiling, looking back at them upside down.]
no subject
[He ignores the prodding questions from the girl - Why so many knives? Is that a metal arm? Can I touch it? What’s with the sword? - and makes another attempt to follow the other Stranger’s lead.]
I think that one’s working on his landing.
[He points up at one of the floating children clambering on the ceiling, looking back at them upside down.]