[Finished with eyeing the guy himself, Netherlands walks up to the counter, digs out his communicator, and flashes their brief conversation - all while eyeing everything behind the counter and weighing it up.
His hand stays perched in the air as he speaks. With his jumpsuit sleeves rolled up, his crew number is in plain sight and he lets it (and the communicator) cover half of the introductions.]
Netherlands. [With that, his gaze snaps down to meet the other's and he shoves his left hand into his pocket, only to hold out his right.] I work here. [A jerk of his head to one side, out, meaning here in the gardens.]
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His hand stays perched in the air as he speaks. With his jumpsuit sleeves rolled up, his crew number is in plain sight and he lets it (and the communicator) cover half of the introductions.]
Netherlands. [With that, his gaze snaps down to meet the other's and he shoves his left hand into his pocket, only to hold out his right.] I work here. [A jerk of his head to one side, out, meaning here in the gardens.]