[Having hotwired his own fair share of vehicles, he's not clueless about what's going on down there, but he plays it cool because he has an objective here. One this person could either help him accomplish or hinder it. It all depended on how they responded to subtle intimidation.]
It looks to me like you've got it all sorted out already.
[No one ever stops to talk to a stranger and expects to see themselves staring back. Sure, in a figurative way Rude can see himself in anyone, but never has he literally looked at another man and thought, wake me up from this dream i m m e d i a t e l y.]
What the hell is --
Who the hell are--
[To make matters worse they both seem to be following the same script. Maybe something unnatural was going on, but on the other hand those two questions were things anyone would want to know in a situation like this. Maybe they just looked similar from far away, so Rude takes a couple steps closer and can peer through the shades to see eyes that looked just like his own. Part of him doesn't want their questions to overlap again, so he waits a little longer before speaking. Once he's figured the things he wants to say are not generic enough to be copied or anticipated.]
Is this some kind of rare materia? Mimicry or something? [Rude reaches behind him to the holster strapped to his back underneath his jacket to pull a gun at the man who looks exactly like him. He's close enough now that he's partially stepping over long legs to get in close. How do you kill a man that looks just like you?] Get up. Get into the passenger seat. We're leaving, and you're going to answer all my questions.
okay my turn to be intimidated
It looks to me like you've got it all sorted out already.
[No one ever stops to talk to a stranger and expects to see themselves staring back. Sure, in a figurative way Rude can see himself in anyone, but never has he literally looked at another man and thought, wake me up from this dream i m m e d i a t e l y.]
What the hell is --
Who the hell are--
[To make matters worse they both seem to be following the same script. Maybe something unnatural was going on, but on the other hand those two questions were things anyone would want to know in a situation like this. Maybe they just looked similar from far away, so Rude takes a couple steps closer and can peer through the shades to see eyes that looked just like his own. Part of him doesn't want their questions to overlap again, so he waits a little longer before speaking. Once he's figured the things he wants to say are not generic enough to be copied or anticipated.]
Is this some kind of rare materia? Mimicry or something? [Rude reaches behind him to the holster strapped to his back underneath his jacket to pull a gun at the man who looks exactly like him. He's close enough now that he's partially stepping over long legs to get in close. How do you kill a man that looks just like you?] Get up. Get into the passenger seat. We're leaving, and you're going to answer all my questions.