𝚠𝚑𝚘: @cowboygreeting and @homegrownkel 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝: first contact 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: ? 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: ?
It was easy to spot them out from across the green. They – Garden Variety – towered, after all. It hadn't been Seth's only takeaway of him; nervous with a nice smile, experienced (three decades at the Foundation, god damn), one of the more normal people in the room, fun accent to boot. Someone worth being friendly with. The height is the most identifiable out of all these factors from afar, and what makes Seth notice him from so far away.
He doesn't decide to follow them, per se. It's certainly not a chase — even if Seth is gaining on him pretty quickly. It's a garden variety chance encounter, as contrived at any other; they would have crossed paths either way. Nothing ever just happens, anyways, there's always a little push somewhere. As long as the motives are as mundane as mid banter-as-friendly introduction, which is all Seth has in mind, the push is justifiable.
He tries not to sneak up behind them, lets his Red Wings crunch into the gravel underfoot, comes from a more parallel angle. As long as they aren't entirely tuned out, he's been provided fair warning. Seth puts on a smile, and clears his throat. "Heading to the labs? Going that way myself, mind if I join you?"
