Dupontes lips twitch as a voice comes from empty air, but whatever he is thinking of saying remains unsaid, his head jerking in a stiff nod. The group begins to move in the direction he indicated, coming to a half perhaps halfway there as a bush disgorges a shabbily dressed figure.<br/><br/>His clothing seems to have been pieced together from a dozen different sources, his longish hair and beard are matted, gray and scraggly. Bloodshot grey eyes stare at you, his gaze flicking rapidly from one person to the next.<br/><br/>"Tol' em, I did." he mutters. "Yep, tol' 'em one and all, then AND now .. no, then and then again, it was. Was. Was too. Tol' 'em I did, but do they listen? Bugger 'em, bugger 'em all, sideways, WITH A MELON?"<br/><br/>His gaze fixes on Iris, a grimy finger protruding from an almost new Hello Kitty mitten to point at her. "I tol' 'em. Didn't I tell 'em? They're watching, but they don't listen, no they never listen. Bloody ducks. You smart enough to listen?"<br/><br/>Before she has a chance to reply, the finger is waving under Dupontes nose, the man taking a half step back to avoid being touched. "Not you! Not you! No, no, you don't get to listen, duck. Go on, off with you. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."