Clark gets the feeling that he is being watched, being stared at really. It's why he turns from the bar with a glass in hand, lifting up both of his eyebrows at the young woman.

"Can I help you, sweetheart?"

There's some light, friendly amusement in his voice. It's not like he isn't aware of why she would be staring.

He is in black and white. The rest of the world, it's in color. This tends to only happen on tv shows, movies. His voice sounds exactly like Clark Gable though she wouldn't know who that is. It has that classic movie sound to it, something low and gravely to it, charismatic that commands attention.

He smells like old movie film reels, like old pages of a book and cigarette smoke.

Not quite human at all.