"Guess that explains why everybody's hovering around, all curious," he muttered, cutting her a look and offering a tight smile, "No offense."
He should've been used to it. During Sparta, he'd had reporters all up in his face, shoving mics and flashing cameras at him. Clamoring for interviews, for information on the mysterious Tommy Riordan. He'd evaded it all pretty artfully, but these one on one barrages of questions felt more personal than he really knew what to do with. This wasn't the type of place you could disappear. They all seemed relatively close-knit and protective of one another. A new face was something to pay attention to.
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He should've been used to it. During Sparta, he'd had reporters all up in his face, shoving mics and flashing cameras at him. Clamoring for interviews, for information on the mysterious Tommy Riordan. He'd evaded it all pretty artfully, but these one on one barrages of questions felt more personal than he really knew what to do with. This wasn't the type of place you could disappear. They all seemed relatively close-knit and protective of one another. A new face was something to pay attention to.