The message isn't unusual at all. Not everyone hears about him before he encounters them, and often he doesn't wait for them to find out.
Normally he is a bit gentler in his introductions, but there's something about this Rita that disturbs him. It rings too closely of past experiences, things he went through too many times already and does not want to live again. But that just means he's jumping in a little faster; he'd rather catch her on the back foot than let her find out he's here and plan.
That's paranoid. He shouldn't think that way. Not everyone with strangeness in their tunes, too-closely repetitive melodies, is...well.
It's enough that he's taken pains as to his own safety, and he's tucked away in a small bar he's never entered before, miles from the crime scene, when he gets the return message. He's quick to answer.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaas
Normally he is a bit gentler in his introductions, but there's something about this Rita that disturbs him. It rings too closely of past experiences, things he went through too many times already and does not want to live again. But that just means he's jumping in a little faster; he'd rather catch her on the back foot than let her find out he's here and plan.
That's paranoid. He shouldn't think that way. Not everyone with strangeness in their tunes, too-closely repetitive melodies, is...well.
It's enough that he's taken pains as to his own safety, and he's tucked away in a small bar he's never entered before, miles from the crime scene, when he gets the return message. He's quick to answer.
An informant. Call me B.