Ominous. But not enough to scare Jacob, who simply pulls up the hood of his coat to keep the rain off.
He's a London boy, for all that he's only lived there for a year. Something about the city has carved itself right into his bones, curled its fingers around his heart and dug its nails right in. He's used to rain, to awful weather, to fog and smoke and all the problems of living in a city that's on the razor's edge of change.
Honestly, this is a change of pace.
"Didn't catch yours either," Jacob observes. "Terrible breach in manners on my end, my sister would have kittens." He smiles, and tips an imaginary hat towards Wake. "I'm Jacob Frye," he says. "You, sir?"
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He's a London boy, for all that he's only lived there for a year. Something about the city has carved itself right into his bones, curled its fingers around his heart and dug its nails right in. He's used to rain, to awful weather, to fog and smoke and all the problems of living in a city that's on the razor's edge of change.
Honestly, this is a change of pace.
"Didn't catch yours either," Jacob observes. "Terrible breach in manners on my end, my sister would have kittens." He smiles, and tips an imaginary hat towards Wake. "I'm Jacob Frye," he says. "You, sir?"