"Oh," Andy responds, and for a moment there's an awkward silence while he fumbles for something else to say. Conversation has never been his strong suit – typically, he's the type to listen and let the other people in the room do the talking. Clearly, he's going to have to be a little more proactive about it as long as he's in the detective's custody. "Okay then. Understood."
From the moment they cross the threshold - Murphy in the lead, advancing on the receptionist's desk in that inexorable gait of his, and Andy trailing a few steps behind - they're the focus of every person in the lobby. No, he corrects himself silently – Murphy's the focus of every person in the lobby. They don't even notice or care about the kid tagging along behind him. There's a stunned awe on their faces, and on the wiser ones, fear, but there's also something else, something that takes Andy by surprise - recognition. These people might not have been expecting Murphy, but they know who he is. They've seen him before.
The receptionist, a smartly-dressed young man with an incongrous bowl cut, is fetching something from under the desk when he hears the heavy tread of Murphy's steps. Rising to help the approaching guest, he pales when finds himself face-to-face (or face-to-chest, as the case may be) with Detroit's most famous police officer.
"Why... y-yes, of course!" The young man's only too quick to nod in nervous agreement, and Andy notes that he keeps his hands flat on the desk the whole time. "I'll notify them at once!"
That seems to be enough for Murphy, who pivots in that unsettling head-then-chest-then-waist way he moves towards the elevator and starts walking. Andy keeps pace with him now, having adjusted to the detective's predilection for moving without giving him a heads-up first, and tries not to look any of the lobby's occupants in the eye. Seeing their reactions to Murphy, he's relieved and guilty all at once to be leaving them behind.
The two of them step into the elevator, Murphy pressing the button for the tenth floor and Andy hanging back against the wall. It's not until the doors close and the elevator starts rising that he feels safe asking questions again.
"You're not going to just arrest everyone up there on the spot, are you?" He's almost certain that's not the plan, but he wants to make sure. That menacing tone Murphy took with the receptionist wasn't exactly reassuring.
want me to handle upstairs npc duties? because I can totally do that
From the moment they cross the threshold - Murphy in the lead, advancing on the receptionist's desk in that inexorable gait of his, and Andy trailing a few steps behind - they're the focus of every person in the lobby. No, he corrects himself silently – Murphy's the focus of every person in the lobby. They don't even notice or care about the kid tagging along behind him. There's a stunned awe on their faces, and on the wiser ones, fear, but there's also something else, something that takes Andy by surprise - recognition. These people might not have been expecting Murphy, but they know who he is. They've seen him before.
The receptionist, a smartly-dressed young man with an incongrous bowl cut, is fetching something from under the desk when he hears the heavy tread of Murphy's steps. Rising to help the approaching guest, he pales when finds himself face-to-face (or face-to-chest, as the case may be) with Detroit's most famous police officer.
"Why... y-yes, of course!" The young man's only too quick to nod in nervous agreement, and Andy notes that he keeps his hands flat on the desk the whole time. "I'll notify them at once!"
That seems to be enough for Murphy, who pivots in that unsettling head-then-chest-then-waist way he moves towards the elevator and starts walking. Andy keeps pace with him now, having adjusted to the detective's predilection for moving without giving him a heads-up first, and tries not to look any of the lobby's occupants in the eye. Seeing their reactions to Murphy, he's relieved and guilty all at once to be leaving them behind.
The two of them step into the elevator, Murphy pressing the button for the tenth floor and Andy hanging back against the wall. It's not until the doors close and the elevator starts rising that he feels safe asking questions again.
"You're not going to just arrest everyone up there on the spot, are you?" He's almost certain that's not the plan, but he wants to make sure. That menacing tone Murphy took with the receptionist wasn't exactly reassuring.