Tom finishes shaking Patriot's hand, and watches the exchange with a certain bewildered blankness. Inside, however, he could feel gears turning. Quinn Braddock, the man had said his name was, and that was something Tom could latch onto. Patriot was also worryingly familiar- he had a distinctly Buckyish look to him.
"I could help, I suppose?" he suggests. He wouldn't know precisely what he was looking for, but an oportunity for some privacy to get his head together would be entirely welcome, right now.
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