Jez is looking back out in to the rainsoaked streets again, squinting in thought as he attempts to decide whether or not to continue the way he'd been heading. Unable to decide, he tuts aloud and reaches in to the depths of his jacket once again (yet another pocket, hidden yet again in some obscure level of the fabric) and finally produces a little compass after a moment or two of fishing around.
"You're not going to have a good night, by the way. I've just got a feeling," he says simply with his head bowed over the compass as he prises the lid open. "And my feelings are pretty good, too."
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Jez is looking back out in to the rainsoaked streets again, squinting in thought as he attempts to decide whether or not to continue the way he'd been heading. Unable to decide, he tuts aloud and reaches in to the depths of his jacket once again (yet another pocket, hidden yet again in some obscure level of the fabric) and finally produces a little compass after a moment or two of fishing around.
"You're not going to have a good night, by the way. I've just got a feeling," he says simply with his head bowed over the compass as he prises the lid open. "And my feelings are pretty good, too."