[Glaring contest: commence. (Unintentional on his part, however.)
He looks from the small cellphone, then to the stranger. Really, maybe he should figure it out on his own.... she looks pretty upset. Berwald gives a shrug.]
Didn't say anythin'.
[Sorry, lady. He didn't mean to direct the glare at you, really. He is just so confused by this technology.]
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He looks from the small cellphone, then to the stranger. Really, maybe he should figure it out on his own.... she looks pretty upset. Berwald gives a shrug.]
Didn't say anythin'.
[Sorry, lady. He didn't mean to direct the glare at you, really. He is just so confused by this technology.]