A million thoughts stampeded, lacking unification.
"I don't think you should be touching that..."
Everything seemed to get louder, including every damned inhalation. His stealth mission was set on a pedestal for all to see! Set on a collision course with catastrophe! Now he had to deal with it. There was only one thing he could do to save himself right now.
Commanding his now rubbery nerves, he managed to steel them long enough to look busy and convincingly say "I'm not to be disturbed while working.
" He felt there was a 50-50 chance the person in his peripheral was just some lowly grunt. Like a delivery guy! War factories need delivery guys, right? They have to get the raw materials from somewhere! Sathos isn't some super-spy, but his enthusiasm for knowledge served him well at a moment when he needed to act like one.
When you're discovered in a place you don't belong, your options are very limited. If you engage in a discussion, you will drown in the very puddle that is your only defense: trickery. Subtle cues like eye contact, shifting voice timbre, and sweat are all red flag indications of a trickster. By not turning to face someone who happens upon you, you are masking nearly all of these cues. Times like these, all you can do is hang onto a clipboard, sip coffee, and hope no one tries to kill you.
...It works out better when you actually have a clipboard to hold, and coffee to sip.
He would have held that guise all the way to the grave, had he not recognized the person calling him out after a few seconds. "Oh, you. From the tour group! Look, run and tell anyone I fled the flock and I'll--!... wait, why are you here?
" Probably the same reason as him, from what he gathered earlier. He frequently drowned out ambient noise, focusing on one or a small group of things at once. Doesn't mean he's not thorough; this kid had been making inquiries to the tour guide that left impressions on Sathos. A few sounded completely stolen from his own mind. Not too shabby.
Rule number two: when you're unauthorized in any location, whether you ever make it out is highly dependent on your assets, allies, friends, whatever. Find the right ones and you are more likely to get out of a pinch. Pick the wrong ones, you're doomed. What's risky is turning another person doing what they shouldn't be doing
into an asset. To do this convincingly, you give them information. Information kills, but no information will end you faster than information about yourself.
"Alright, I trust you.
The closer they are to you, the swifter they will ruin you.
It's all about risks.
"Sathos! My name, Kawaguchi Sathoggua. Sathos is fine. Our little half-baked tour group was moving ten feet per second. For me to really get something, I take my time. Concentrate. Observe. Touch. It's how I learn things, but... you are?