Howard shrugs. He figured the Mayans came from Peru.
"He's good people," Howard says, in a strangely possessive tone, as if Wyatt is his 'good people' and that he isn't inclined to share that alliance with some archaeologist he just met. It's a strange way to talk about another person, but Howard doesn't seem to notice he's being weird.
He seems, instead, a bit miffed that Daniel's turned down his offer (even if it was a tentative offer where the bestowment would have been entirely dependent on whether or not Daniel was sufficiently grateful). His nose wrinkles a bit. "Guess you're right. I haven't got a look at myself in any mirrors since it happened, but I'm guessing I can scratch 'male modeling' off my future careers list."
Right. Like they get future careers in this place.
"You look out for, um..." Howard gestures with the good hand as if he's counting on his fingers, but one-handed it just looks as if he's miming a magic wand. "Guy with brown hair and a white streak, but I think he's dead. Guy with reddish hair who says he 'helps people', you run like hell to get away from him. Blonde British stuck-up kid, like I said. And if you meet a blonde guy in maybe his thirties with a really square jaw...I mean, he's not someone to take off from immediately, but don't turn your back on him either."
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"He's good people," Howard says, in a strangely possessive tone, as if Wyatt is his 'good people' and that he isn't inclined to share that alliance with some archaeologist he just met. It's a strange way to talk about another person, but Howard doesn't seem to notice he's being weird.
He seems, instead, a bit miffed that Daniel's turned down his offer (even if it was a tentative offer where the bestowment would have been entirely dependent on whether or not Daniel was sufficiently grateful). His nose wrinkles a bit. "Guess you're right. I haven't got a look at myself in any mirrors since it happened, but I'm guessing I can scratch 'male modeling' off my future careers list."
Right. Like they get future careers in this place.
"You look out for, um..." Howard gestures with the good hand as if he's counting on his fingers, but one-handed it just looks as if he's miming a magic wand. "Guy with brown hair and a white streak, but I think he's dead. Guy with reddish hair who says he 'helps people', you run like hell to get away from him. Blonde British stuck-up kid, like I said. And if you meet a blonde guy in maybe his thirties with a really square jaw...I mean, he's not someone to take off from immediately, but don't turn your back on him either."