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[John stood up from where he was sitting against the fountain, a polite smile already gracing his features as the woman addresses him. A friendly face, even if it's a new friend, is a good sight after the morning he's had.]

Thank you. This wasn't a fashion statement I was too keen on maintaining.

[He chuckled wryly, wings drawn tight to his back as he briefly morned that he wasn't still army fit, despite still being in decent shape from chasing criminals across London. The bright mar of starburst scars extending from his shoulder where he was shot is more obvious now that his skin is paler without the Afghan sun to tan it.]