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Lazarus rubbed a hand along the back of his neck… incidentally having to turn his neck to see the pale man in the corner. Could've been a spacer, but the lack of skin color was most unnatural sight he'd seen in a while, making his nerves itch. Didn't have any of the typical Howard features… yet Lazarus thought he'd seen the man a long time ago in another place.
When the man noted him right back in turn, Lazarus decided it was past time to move on. Ignoring his gut instincts didn't seem like the smartest thing this time around.