The whispers in his ear were drowned out by a welcome from someone who was actually there. He turned so his left side was to the counter, his hand resting on his helmet, almost protectively, not that he ever really NEEDED a helmet, ever, but it was his and he was a bit attached to blending in. After taking one too many shots he tended to have to leave company and work himself into another group, or leave the war in general, just so he wasn’t found out.
At least he’s not bleeding. At least this man isn’t bleeding either, because he can feel the draw to hunger at the edge of his system, having not eaten in a few days. Thankfully he had gone weeks without doing it so it wouldn’t be an issue.
He raised a brow at the man, a man in red, white and blue? He’s heard of Captain America, but only from the POV of a show man trying to help the war fund. Or was it a comic? Honestly, he didn’t pay any attention to the entertainment side of the war, and he didn’t focus on news that didn’t cover the war front, after all, he hadn’t been President in a while and being what he was, he didn’t want that reminder of his past. So yes, he might recognize the icon, a bit, but not really.
“It’s certainly named properly, or at least by this appearance. Books, and all.” He said in a tone that says he’s not that impressed, but mostly because he isn’t sure what happened, why he was here or if it’s a dream or not. His head tipped to the side a bit, eyeing the man’s face as he spoke. A hand offered out to the other in a shake. “The name is Abraham. thanks for the welcome, but how... did I end up here?”
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At least he’s not bleeding. At least this man isn’t bleeding either, because he can feel the draw to hunger at the edge of his system, having not eaten in a few days. Thankfully he had gone weeks without doing it so it wouldn’t be an issue.
He raised a brow at the man, a man in red, white and blue? He’s heard of Captain America, but only from the POV of a show man trying to help the war fund. Or was it a comic? Honestly, he didn’t pay any attention to the entertainment side of the war, and he didn’t focus on news that didn’t cover the war front, after all, he hadn’t been President in a while and being what he was, he didn’t want that reminder of his past. So yes, he might recognize the icon, a bit, but not really.
“It’s certainly named properly, or at least by this appearance. Books, and all.” He said in a tone that says he’s not that impressed, but mostly because he isn’t sure what happened, why he was here or if it’s a dream or not. His head tipped to the side a bit, eyeing the man’s face as he spoke. A hand offered out to the other in a shake. “The name is Abraham. thanks for the welcome, but how... did I end up here?”