Not Rafe, exactly, but someone that looks enough like him that it could evoke this reaction out of her. Rafe is already wincing internally, because he isn't sure how to explain face shenanigans to someone that might not be as used to Chicago as he is. The apology is in his expression, even before he speaks.
"Uh -- no. I'm -- sorry. My name's Rafe," he says, and he keeps his hands above his head and will do so for as long as that bow and arrow remain directly pointed at him. Once she lowers it, so do his hands, though his stance remains the same. "I don't know who Gale is, but I'm not him."
He already has a feeling that's going to be disappointing, and hopefully nothing else.
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Not Rafe, exactly, but someone that looks enough like him that it could evoke this reaction out of her. Rafe is already wincing internally, because he isn't sure how to explain face shenanigans to someone that might not be as used to Chicago as he is. The apology is in his expression, even before he speaks.
"Uh -- no. I'm -- sorry. My name's Rafe," he says, and he keeps his hands above his head and will do so for as long as that bow and arrow remain directly pointed at him. Once she lowers it, so do his hands, though his stance remains the same. "I don't know who Gale is, but I'm not him."
He already has a feeling that's going to be disappointing, and hopefully nothing else.