He doesn't stare. Gentlemen doesn't stare, and he's not sure where that thought came from. But he's just going to go with it for now.
He stands, and heads into the bathroom. A quick wash, mostly in the sink, since he doesn't have spare clothes, and he's back, his hair at least washed, and less greasy than it had been. He'll need a real shower later, but this will do for now.
He grabs the rucksack that he'd put on the bed. He'd stashed weapons around the vehicle already and some cash, but the bulk of it is in the bag. "Ready?" He asks, taking one more look around the room. Better to leave it antisceptic. He doesn't want people knowing they've been there.
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He stands, and heads into the bathroom. A quick wash, mostly in the sink, since he doesn't have spare clothes, and he's back, his hair at least washed, and less greasy than it had been. He'll need a real shower later, but this will do for now.
He grabs the rucksack that he'd put on the bed. He'd stashed weapons around the vehicle already and some cash, but the bulk of it is in the bag. "Ready?" He asks, taking one more look around the room. Better to leave it antisceptic. He doesn't want people knowing they've been there.