A part of Luke is always a little surprised when an encounter with a stranger doesn't result in at least a little insult, a curl of disgust in their voice. He's pleased enough that he's been lucky this time that he smiles easily, ready to wave and go on his way, escape any opportunity to be recognized, and he's halfway through doing that when his eyes actually meet up with those of the person he bumped into and stops cold.
"No way... Raleigh?"
Luke didn't exactly consider himself even a particular fan of Gipsy Danger; everything that reminded him of the attack on Telluride, even jaegers that weren't even present, had left something of a bitter taste in his mouth over the last few years. But he'd have had to be blind and without cable to not be able to recognize a pilot on sight.
And part of the constant familiarity is why it takes him a second to realize what he'd said, coloring faintly with embarrassment. "I mean, Mister... Becket...?" He trails off, not certain if that is any better.
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A part of Luke is always a little surprised when an encounter with a stranger doesn't result in at least a little insult, a curl of disgust in their voice. He's pleased enough that he's been lucky this time that he smiles easily, ready to wave and go on his way, escape any opportunity to be recognized, and he's halfway through doing that when his eyes actually meet up with those of the person he bumped into and stops cold.
"No way... Raleigh?"
Luke didn't exactly consider himself even a particular fan of Gipsy Danger; everything that reminded him of the attack on Telluride, even jaegers that weren't even present, had left something of a bitter taste in his mouth over the last few years. But he'd have had to be blind and without cable to not be able to recognize a pilot on sight.
And part of the constant familiarity is why it takes him a second to realize what he'd said, coloring faintly with embarrassment. "I mean, Mister... Becket...?" He trails off, not certain if that is any better.