[His eyes fall somewhere near the other man's tablet as he plays the message, gaze flicking upward only once as he squints faintly at Watson. His hearing was the sharpest of his five senses, and as the message plays he gets the impression that he isn't getting the full picture.
The voice is unfamiliar to him, but it's asking for Watson. And the tone seems to imply an uncertainty but also a familiarity to it.]
It sounds fine to me. [He keeps his voice neutral, shoulders hunching in a little more to conserve his heat.]
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The voice is unfamiliar to him, but it's asking for Watson. And the tone seems to imply an uncertainty but also a familiarity to it.]
It sounds fine to me. [He keeps his voice neutral, shoulders hunching in a little more to conserve his heat.]
She a friend of yours...?