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[dead_comrade]

Krauser's got no idea why anyone in their right minds would want to follow him. He's just out for practice

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[jediatemybrain]

Normally, this is the kind of impressive thing that would get a cocked eyebrow from Revan. Now, he just looks like he was chiseled from a block of ice.
Without preamble, he says, "So, interesting things you learn living in this place."

[dead_comrade]

Krauser rises, snapping the arm open and closed once to shake off the dirt as he wheels, oranger elbow in guard position. Even he can tell something's off. He moves closer, still a little in combat mindset, movements the steady prowl of a predator. Then he shakes it away like the last of the dust.

"So. . ." he tilts his head a little, changing his tack. "Like what?"

[jediatemybrain]

Revan simply stares at Krauser as moves, nothing crossing his face. He's armed, but that's just his standard policy whenever he leaves the compound.

"Names. Here's one, Albert Wesker."

[dead_comrade]

His head tips back, a tiny, quick, instinctive reaction like he's just taken a hit. He's recovered in the next instant. There's no facial reaction. None at all.

"Guy who was here in the apartments. What about him?" He looks away, unhurried, for wherever he left his canteen.