[Well, it looks like the man has had things more than under control on his end--or at least, it did until one of the infected he was trying to tie down attempted to literally bite out a chunk of his hand, which produces an alarming gash and an equally alarming amount of--old-fashioned swearing? Probably?? (Mob isn't sure, but it sort of sounds that way...)
This prompts Mob into half-starting towards the mouth of the alley, at least, but by the time he's belatedly moved to react the man is already free of the biting with a hearty punch, and rising to his feet after finishing his tying. As he speaks, Mob draws to a halt, still openly staring...though after the question sinks in with some delay, he follows the man's line of sight up to the infected still suspended above him.]
Yes. It's--telekinesis? [Though compared to pretty much everything else about Odinson's display just now, this neither feels particularly impressive nor sounds like it, as weakly as Mob answers. Never mind that anyway, though...Mob's staring at the new wound on Thor's hand, and starts forward again now, concern visible on his features.] But...your hand--is it alright? You're bleeding... [Mob reaches into his hoodie pocket as he draws near, and wishes he'd thought to ask for some bandages or something.] I've, got some tissues, but...
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This prompts Mob into half-starting towards the mouth of the alley, at least, but by the time he's belatedly moved to react the man is already free of the biting with a hearty punch, and rising to his feet after finishing his tying. As he speaks, Mob draws to a halt, still openly staring...though after the question sinks in with some delay, he follows the man's line of sight up to the infected still suspended above him.]
Yes. It's--telekinesis? [Though compared to pretty much everything else about Odinson's display just now, this neither feels particularly impressive nor sounds like it, as weakly as Mob answers. Never mind that anyway, though...Mob's staring at the new wound on Thor's hand, and starts forward again now, concern visible on his features.] But...your hand--is it alright? You're bleeding... [Mob reaches into his hoodie pocket as he draws near, and wishes he'd thought to ask for some bandages or something.] I've, got some tissues, but...