The sound of a voice caught Lunge's attention immediately and his head jerked towards the speaker, thoughts of forensic science or those "electrical surges" immediately lost in the face of more immediate danger- quite literally the face, given that, in what he could have sworn was an empty space a second before, a young man had suddenly materialised. As for his identity- tall, lean, blond-haired, elegant features- even if the hair colour was different today and those eyes were even less human up close, the description matched to the Howell that the man had picked out for him in their first week. In very elegant clothing, no less, which indicated (had his warning not been enough) that they were looking at yet another brainwashed patient.
He held in a sigh and gave L a sideways glance. "Not a total repetition, I hope." Not that he'd come to any harm in the Sun Room, of course, but the last thing they needed now was to split the group- even with seven people it had been deeply inconvenient. And looking been the three of them, there didn't seem to be a single 'fighter' among them, unless Taylor had a better arm than he looked and had filled his toolbox with bricks.
It was only natural then, he supposed, that L would be the one to try and talk them out of this one, though what good that would do Lunge couldn't possibly say; Landel wouldn't have allowed his brainwashed guards to be simply 'talked' down by an acquaintance of one week, and he was sure L realised that. He could see it on his face. Which meant... a distraction? Any other purpose would be illogical, but it seemed a crude plan for L to devise, never mind that he hadn't seemed the self-sacrificing sort at all. Nonetheless, he was willing- just barely willing- to place his trust in the man. They'd catch his drift sooner or later.
This time he turned his head a fraction towards Taylor, now standing level with him, voice still lowered. "Not so much that I'd stake a fight on it." The whole time he kept his eyes on Howell, who, he was reminded, had some sort of 'magical' power. He'd leave the talking to L, yes, but that wasn't the body language of a bluff and he wasn't going to lower his guard for a single moment.
STILL LATE, but reposted now
He held in a sigh and gave L a sideways glance. "Not a total repetition, I hope." Not that he'd come to any harm in the Sun Room, of course, but the last thing they needed now was to split the group- even with seven people it had been deeply inconvenient. And looking been the three of them, there didn't seem to be a single 'fighter' among them, unless Taylor had a better arm than he looked and had filled his toolbox with bricks.
It was only natural then, he supposed, that L would be the one to try and talk them out of this one, though what good that would do Lunge couldn't possibly say; Landel wouldn't have allowed his brainwashed guards to be simply 'talked' down by an acquaintance of one week, and he was sure L realised that. He could see it on his face. Which meant... a distraction? Any other purpose would be illogical, but it seemed a crude plan for L to devise, never mind that he hadn't seemed the self-sacrificing sort at all. Nonetheless, he was willing- just barely willing- to place his trust in the man. They'd catch his drift sooner or later.
This time he turned his head a fraction towards Taylor, now standing level with him, voice still lowered. "Not so much that I'd stake a fight on it." The whole time he kept his eyes on Howell, who, he was reminded, had some sort of 'magical' power. He'd leave the talking to L, yes, but that wasn't the body language of a bluff and he wasn't going to lower his guard for a single moment.