The Metro, the singer honestly hated taking it, especially at rush hour with all those bodies pressed in together. It reminded her far too much of those childhood trips on the bus she used to take, when her mother forgot to pick her up from school. Just like those times she kept her head down her eyes focused on her lap mentally isolating herself. It was easier that way, stay unnoticed and get off at your stop. It seemed however that today this tactic wouldn’t suffice.
At first Katherine just ignored the remarks, it wasn’t like they were hurting her, just being obnoxious. She hoped her ignoring them would cause them to lose interest, but the men persisted despite this. A few particularly colorful comments made her wince and clench her fists into her skirt. Not knowing what they would do if she retorted she didn’t want to risk it.
The only reaction she gave was a quick glance around searching for help, but most in the train were just staring. Those few eyes she managed to meet in her quick glance looked away,as though they weren’t watching. No help there then, how many times had she seen the same thing on the surface though? No one wanted to get involved, they just pretended not to notice.
As the metro screeched to a halt it seemed she was going to get a chance to make an escape. Even though it wasn’t her stop she could wait for the next train, hopefully more empty, or at least with better company.
However when she tried to stand one of the men grabbed her arm shoving her back down. Now she actually raised her gaze to look at her tormentors, how dare they touch her? She felt anger well up inside and with barely a thought she felt ice encase her hand. She would see how well these men could harass her with their mouths frozen shut.
Before she could react with violence, a briefcase flew by, striking one of the men in the face. It was followed by a barrage of similar items, most striking their target, though a few missed ricocheting off the wall, luckily missing any other passengers. She kept her own plasmid fired up, well figuratively speaking, as the barrage of items continued. Near the end of the spectacle she had to duck to avoid notebook, but considering how many items were flying the fact that it was only a single notebook was impressive. As she straightened back up the train once again chimed and screeched to a halt, an announcement coming over the loudspeaker. Not that she was listening as her rescuer approached the group of men warning them off the train.
After the barrage of items the men seemed all to happy to obey the order running like dogs with their tails between their legs. Looking into the face of her rescuer she felt a hint of familiarity, swearing she knew him from somewhere, but for the moment she couldn’t place it, a bit too unsettled to think clearly. Were she not so out-of-sorts she likely would have recalled immediately.
The obvious gesture of surrender had her relaxing, besides he had saved her and she let the plasmid in her hand fade. Though the cold lingered there, as it would for quite a while.
“I’m alright, I mean I’m not injured.”
Katherine kept her voice low, not really wanting to attract more attention, though how that was possible she had no idea. She felt a bit shaky, she had been harassed before, but no one had actually dared touch her, in addition to the verbal assault. Still she controlled her emotions as a kind and thankful smile crossing her face.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
As soon as his hands lowered, Harrison could clearly see the slight wave of relief that washed over the young woman’s expression. No matter how familiar she seemed to be, the doctor could still not place a name to a face for the life of him. What if they did know each other and he was forced to ask about her identity? How embarrassing would it be for him to simply not remember such a sweet and innocent looking face? Normally, LeCaine didn’t really give a damn about coming off as rude and aloof - but to women, well, that was an entirely different story. Women played an extremely large role in the man’s life - Topside it was both his mother and his lover, Evangeline… And down here, well there was Marceline and Ava. Any good French boy would have been taught from the beginning that women were to be dealt with… carefully.
He offered a kind, though nervous, smile to her and extended his hand in a bit of a handshake. What was the protocol for this sort of situation? Sure, the Frenchman worked in a clinic, but how often was is that he actually came to someone’s rescue outside of his dingy little clinical office? Never, really.
"Truly, it was no trouble at all - - -" was the best excuse that he could come up with in order to try and not inflate his damn ego more than necessary. In the mean time, he simply allowed her to cool down from the fact that a pack of damn wolves nearly came after her in broad daylight on the train. Had society really gone to shit in the past few months? LeCaine spent nearly all of his time in his office or in his apartment… Socializing and observing people in the city was not something that he particularly enjoyed doing in his spare time. This probably led him to being a little out of touch with human nature and the level of desperation that people in Rapture reeked of these days.
With his own medical briefcase in his hand, the doctor managed to shuffle over to the free seat next to the young woman as the train began to lurch forward once more. They had cleared the station now and it seemed as though the next stop would be another minute or two away. Something was wrong with the Metro - Harrison just knew it. Why else would the carriage be moving this slowly? He paid it no mind, mostly due to the fact that maintenance was always happening around these parts. That, or even the track could have been damaged by someone being careless and throwing trash along the tunnels. It didn’t matter as long as they were still moving.
“Forgive me for probably coming off as rude… But I feel as though we know each other from somewhere. For the life of me, I cannot remember your name though… I’m Harrison. Harrison LeCaine. And you are?”
Lin did not expect the man to accept his offer, but he also did not expect to pull out his own cigarette. He held back a snort. Of course. To make himself feel a bit better, Lin reminded himself that these were good lights and at least he did not have to waste one on his man. Lin always bought good cigarettes. Good cigarettes, good coffee, and good shoes were all good investments and well worth the extra cash.
Interrogation was a fine word for their interaction. It was certainly the most accurate. But Lin was no longer the one interrogating. He needed nothing from LeClaine. He was only reacting, keeping his eyes on his surroundings and only occasionally on that man on front of him.
Restaurants… Lin honestly had not paid much attention to the restaurants in this place. His mind was focused on much more important locations: exits, entrances, where people tended to crowd the most, etc. A fine restaurant was not in his list of important landmarks. So, he picked the nearest one - doing his best not to hesitate.
"We were thinking of the Central Square Bistro, my friend was the one to suggest it - having been there before." He said nonchalantly, deliberately keeping the gender of aforementioned friend’s vague. The less information he could give, the better. The more vague, the more normal, the better.
He hoped that bistro wasn’t French, but he couldn’t exactly be picky now, could he?
Honestly, Lin was quite surprised that the man’s bigotry was more subtle and implied than anything else. Yes, he was on the attack, but he had not said anything outright - yet. That was subject to change. Lin hoped it didn’t. The farmer’s market was not a place that housed people who’d side with Lin on this one. There were just lone shoppers, shuffling around and about. Lin knew no one here. His customers never came from these areas. LeClaine on the other hand, was here often, and would have the upper hand in every aspect.
His associate still had not showed up. Meaning he’d never come.
"You know if its any good?" Lin asked absently, gaze still wandering.
Even if Harrison knew any better, the suspicion in his expression and body language was very real. His racism fuelled the idea that Lin was not to be trusted, and every single word or phrase that left his lips must have been a lie. There was no other alternative to his stubborn and ignorant thoughts. Perhaps some time down the road there would be someone to prove the doctor wrong, or have a damn rational discussion about his hateful feelings… but not today. This very evening would be spent staring down the Asian man that had somehow sauntered into the Arcadia Farmer’s Markets at the wrong damn time. Another long sip of coffee separated the already awkwardly flowing conversation. Harrison’s eyebrows knitted together, trying to recall the bistro that Lin had just mentioned. It had to be around here somewhere, and yet it was nothing worth noting, otherwise he would have known something about it.
“I would tell you if I knew… Sadly, it must not be all that great, as I have not heard of it.”
The French were damn proud of a lot of things… Particularly their taste in just about everything. Although he was a vegetarian, LeCaine always did his best to navigate around the overly carnivorous menus that flooded the restaurant scene in Rapture. Marceline’s Café made an excellent ratatouille, but it was not as if he was going to sit in that one damn establishment for the remainder of his stay underwater. When the pair had time for each other, Ava Tate and him tended to dine in the more upscale dining areas of the city… There was always a pasta option, or a salad option. And, of course, wine. Perhaps this was why he maintained such a slender and athletic form these days. That, and heaving around corpses tended to do things to build up your muscular tone.
Of course that was all part of his… private life.
LeCaine stroked the end of his chin, thumb and fingertips carefully rubbing over the facial hair stubble that had been growing the past two days. Perhaps bringing the tone of hostility down a few notches would benefit both of their mental states. The clinic had been an absolute nightmare this past week - and it seemed as though his friends were far too busy to actually spend time with him with their own careers. Not that any of this excused his racist and hateful behaviour… But it definitely added to the irrationality of it all.
"You’ll have to spread the word of how you find it… I’m curious as to what you think of the place."
There was no Chinatown down here… How did this man survive? Did these types of people eat only their own type of food? Or perhaps he had managed to westernize himself to adjust to the more… American culinary tastes. After all… with a name like Central Square Bistro - it had to be American. There was no doubt in his mind that it was probably the same processed garbage that was served up in the poorer districts of this city. What was the point of living if you could not properly feed yourself? He had already spent his life in squalor in Marseilles in the dirtiest of slums… Now that he had finally found a way to make a living, the last thing he wanted was to go back to meals that could barely sustain one mouth.