[Ah, as close to his people as Norms could get. He is human. He cannot tell if someone is supernatural or not without them doing something first. Nux straightens as he pushes himself off and away from the display window. The hunter can hear his stomach growling, churning, and wonders if it is loud enough for others to hear.
He lightly scratches his neck, avoiding where the two lumps are.] A sandwich and a drink. [Nux repeats as he digs through his pockets -- bullets, bullets, silver bullets, ah, his change pocket. Let's see. With his other hand, he scratches underneath his sunken eye.] How much is that?
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He lightly scratches his neck, avoiding where the two lumps are.] A sandwich and a drink. [Nux repeats as he digs through his pockets -- bullets, bullets, silver bullets, ah, his change pocket. Let's see. With his other hand, he scratches underneath his sunken eye.] How much is that?
Can we share a sandwich?