Art cocked an eyebrow.
WTF? He jogged over, past the cop.
He scrambled through his numerous pockets, shuffling past maps, tools, condoms, etc. (OOC: yes, Havoc, I love digging up history
) and eventually produced a scrap of blank paper and a marker. "How's this?"
Streak snatched it out of his hand.
OOC: I'm gonna have to wait for Splat to reply before I do anything that will directly affect his character.