@kingoftheravens
Assimilation into the civilian crowd would have been more smoothly achieved if not for the choice of headwear that had the agent stand out amongst the mass like a sore thumb. But damned if he was leaving his favourite hat amongst his other belongings currently being transported to their intended location.

As such, Jesse partnered each flick of his gaze to those staring curiously as they passed with a short dip of his chin or quirk of his lips - a display of openness, despite his right hand resting over his concealed Peacekeeper.
Trading in his army fatigues in favour of casual-dress, the agent idly drummed his free hand upon his pant leg, surveying the area with a sense of nonchalance, though sharp eyes left nothing pass by unnoticed. With constant chatter, the communicator fixed in his ear relayed the progress of the payload being escorted through the crowded city, and he mumbled once or twice in affirmation.

The gunslinger had been standing here for a decent half-hour now, gnawing idly on the toothpick caught between his teeth and catching the eyes of his fellow agents amongst the crowd every once in a while to ascertain their position. Well, he had intended to glance over to one perched upon their table with a coffee in hand, though warm brown-eyes instead faltered at the appearance of a tall individual entering his vicinity. A handsome one at that, and Jesse felt his brows raise high with a low whistle at the sight of him.

‘Well now…’