[This, he's good at—finding things, finding people. He puts some distance between himself and the wall to get a wide angle, taking it all in at once. With Shepard fresh in his mind it's as easy to pick him out from a wall of photos as it would be to spot him in a crowd.
It starts to dawn on him how many photos there are, that the turnover here is, all things considered, rather high. That this won't last forever. He flings that thought as far away as he possibly can and instead focuses on finding the chiseled features of the man he met earlier today. I mean, if you're into that sort of thing.]
Found 'im.
[Cayde snaps his fingers and points at a portrait of a man who is very much Not Ashley's Shepard, but definitely the guy he scammed a muffin out of.]
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It starts to dawn on him how many photos there are, that the turnover here is, all things considered, rather high. That this won't last forever. He flings that thought as far away as he possibly can and instead focuses on finding the chiseled features of the man he met earlier today. I mean, if you're into that sort of thing.]
Found 'im.
[Cayde snaps his fingers and points at a portrait of a man who is very much Not Ashley's Shepard, but definitely the guy he scammed a muffin out of.]