Lab Space - for HoratioCaine
Jan. 10th, 2013 02:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
improvised_greenBruce remained silent for the ride to the lab, watching out the windows of the car, and checking behind them on occasion as if he were concerned they might be followed. He was doing his best to keep nearly a decade of habits to a minimum, but there was only so much he could do to stifle what had become instinct.
Eventually he settled for crossing his arms and using the side mirror he could see to keep an eye out for trouble. He was noting every turn they took, but he had never been to this part of the city, which meant that if he ran he would be blind.
The area they are heading into is a nicer neighborhood, and eventually he notices a building down the road with police cars pulling in and out of the lot. He perks in his seat, eyes rapidly scanning the scene they are approaching. He's nervous, that much should be almost painfully clear. He'd duck and hide his face, but he needs to see if any of the faces recognize him so he can react appropriately before he's in the confined space of the building.
Eventually he settled for crossing his arms and using the side mirror he could see to keep an eye out for trouble. He was noting every turn they took, but he had never been to this part of the city, which meant that if he ran he would be blind.
The area they are heading into is a nicer neighborhood, and eventually he notices a building down the road with police cars pulling in and out of the lot. He perks in his seat, eyes rapidly scanning the scene they are approaching. He's nervous, that much should be almost painfully clear. He'd duck and hide his face, but he needs to see if any of the faces recognize him so he can react appropriately before he's in the confined space of the building.
