It is now. Something must've dragged them out here first.
[ Westerley didn't just jump out of its beds this morning all fists and railing, he means -- and his gaze snaps back to Royce, quick and sharp, flint striking flint. In the conversation's little stutter, he folds his arms. ]
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[ Westerley didn't just jump out of its beds this morning all fists and railing, he means -- and his gaze snaps back to Royce, quick and sharp, flint striking flint. In the conversation's little stutter, he folds his arms. ]
Was anyone in the crowd carrying anything?
[ Ignoring the question? Of course he is. ]