"So would I, friend," Claude said, not shifting an inch from his spot leaning back in the chair, arms folded. "But invisibility's a myth. For story books and bad movie remakes. Got an inherent ability to fade into the background, though." He tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially. "It's all in posture. And wearing earth tones, they really blend in well."
Claude had worked a long time for the Company before he'd been chucked aside. He knew when to trust his gut. And his gut was telling him that Sylar was the type of bloke he'd have been sent in to bag and tag. Playing the gruff homeless guy was second nature to him; if that didn't work, Claude didn't doubt his ability to extradite himself from the situation. He'd survived a lot worse that one scrawny little punk.
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Date: 2007-08-15 06:24 pm (UTC)Claude had worked a long time for the Company before he'd been chucked aside. He knew when to trust his gut. And his gut was telling him that Sylar was the type of bloke he'd have been sent in to bag and tag. Playing the gruff homeless guy was second nature to him; if that didn't work, Claude didn't doubt his ability to extradite himself from the situation. He'd survived a lot worse that one scrawny little punk.