Tall. Short brown hair. Answers to Dean. Probably out of the hotel by now.
[He hopes.
Sorry, Padme. He really can't give a better description when he's in the middle of trying to lose three runners and their slower friends.
Another muttered 'shit' came across as his footing slipped and he went skidding across some mud. Fortunately he was able to get back on his feet, but he's not sounding so hot.]
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[He hopes.
Sorry, Padme. He really can't give a better description when he's in the middle of trying to lose three runners and their slower friends.
Another muttered 'shit' came across as his footing slipped and he went skidding across some mud. Fortunately he was able to get back on his feet, but he's not sounding so hot.]