[Marcello had been standing thoughtfully, looking up at the magic ocean that reminded him of a legend from his home. His arms were folded across his chest, and with the constant judders he was pressing down relaxing took some time. He kept them there when approached by a young girl wearing some strange foreign garb.]
[He stirred to attention sometime later and looked at her of his own accord; it would be unfair to ignore her. She also wasn't his brother. So already she was tolerable. Just one more thing he had to handle.]
no subject
[He stirred to attention sometime later and looked at her of his own accord; it would be unfair to ignore her. She also wasn't his brother. So already she was tolerable. Just one more thing he had to handle.]
Yes.
Unless you count the few people I've met already.