[ He doesn't take much notice of the young man, regardless of the many tattoos. Gerry's style actually feels closer to what he'd expect back home— distinctive, heavy and black. Gerry looks normal, to him, more than any of the people in muted or mismatched tones. Anyway, he is more preoccupied with the strangeness of the place, which doesn't quite suit anywhere he's been before. And Oz has been everywhere, at some point or another.
So he does not expect the sudden, sharp footsteps, the hand on his coat. Oz is drawn up short, and he turns, half-braced for an attack.
What he finds instead is... fear? Concern? He glances down at his own hands, as though expecting to find some change evident. There is nothing.
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So he does not expect the sudden, sharp footsteps, the hand on his coat. Oz is drawn up short, and he turns, half-braced for an attack.
What he finds instead is... fear? Concern? He glances down at his own hands, as though expecting to find some change evident. There is nothing.
Cautiously: ]
Marked by what?