Circle Daybreak

Galen leaned back, resting his hands on the legs of his pants. He seemed to be doing just what he said he would, people watching. But when his glance settled briefly on her... his people watching wasn't casual at all. He was sizing up each person as he looked them over. But there was an odd... mix of things in his glance. He somehow pinged predator to her instincts but also... harmless? Like looking at a large cat in a too small cardboard box looking pleased with itself for fitting. Like you knew it absolutely could be deadly but at the same time... he seemed almost the definition of the phrase "my last words will be pss pss pss here kitty kitty". His smile was warm and seemed genuine. But there was absolutely something deadly about him. He was... an odd mix.