[Something prompts him to throw his arm in front of his eyes just before the glass shatters, so quickly that he does not even realize he's reacting before the action. He springs off his chair, catching himself on the bar in shock. He has a chose to make -- play dumb, or run.
Judging by the fact that she followed him down here somehow, he suspects that he can't actually outrun her. So, second option it is.
Ben puts his hands in the air in a form of surrender.]
Is. There a problem? Here?
[He is a big man, but he is hardly an intimidating figure on his own, especially dressed in a white pressed tuxedo that may or may not be a half-a-size too small for him. There is a sense of fear that vibrates straight down to his bones, and an awkward charm that is clearly his mark to get him out of trouble nine times out of ten.]
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Judging by the fact that she followed him down here somehow, he suspects that he can't actually outrun her. So, second option it is.
Ben puts his hands in the air in a form of surrender.]
Is. There a problem? Here?
[He is a big man, but he is hardly an intimidating figure on his own, especially dressed in a white pressed tuxedo that may or may not be a half-a-size too small for him. There is a sense of fear that vibrates straight down to his bones, and an awkward charm that is clearly his mark to get him out of trouble nine times out of ten.]