Crane takes this in--looks at Tillman, analyzes him. He's done so countless times (and, admittedly, a few while the other man was unconscious), but his final stance ended with him clasping his hands behind his back and pacing.
His shoes made an audible noise on the metallic, grate-like floor of the cell as he paused to put his thoughts into words.
"You're the top-most ranked Slayer in the entire game. The one who's lasted the longest. You're most likely a soldier of some sorts. Veteran perhaps. And that's the exact expertise I'm looking for. I need your help, Mr. Tillman. There's someone out there calling himself... Batman. He and I aren't quite on the same terms. So."
He finally stops pacing, looking straight at Tillman. Staring at him.
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Date: 2012-01-31 06:59 am (UTC)His shoes made an audible noise on the metallic, grate-like floor of the cell as he paused to put his thoughts into words.
"You're the top-most ranked Slayer in the entire game. The one who's lasted the longest. You're most likely a soldier of some sorts. Veteran perhaps. And that's the exact expertise I'm looking for. I need your help, Mr. Tillman. There's someone out there calling himself... Batman. He and I aren't quite on the same terms. So."
He finally stops pacing, looking straight at Tillman. Staring at him.
"I helped you out and I... Need help in return."