[Altaïr hadn't planned for or desired conversation with strangers when he'd decided to take a look at the very odd parade. He must just have one of those faces.]
It's magic.
[An unspoken 'obviously'. Never mind that Altaïr has no idea what an internal combustion engine is, though he could make an educated guess based on the language and be wrong about it.
His gaze slides to the side. No, this isn't anyone he recognizes.]
pimp my ride
It's magic.
[An unspoken 'obviously'. Never mind that Altaïr has no idea what an internal combustion engine is, though he could make an educated guess based on the language
and be wrong about it.His gaze slides to the side. No, this isn't anyone he recognizes.]
You're new here.