<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Clichy-Sous-Bois, Paris, Streets<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault, Maria, Open<br/><hr/><br/>By the time he caught sight of the two, he had already finished the chips, jerky, and water--including using a bit of water and a kerchief to make his hands relatively grease free-- the empty containers were stuffed into the empty water bottle, which he held in his off hand. A bit of trash here probably wouldn't be out of the ordinary, but Sully was currently refusing to litter.<br/><br/>He would wave his hand at the man in the familiar shirt, and get off his bike. He pushed it along as he walked towards them, feeling that it was more polite and respectful this way than if he just rode straight at them. That might lead to a misunderstanding. "Bonjour," He'd say in greeting, to them both. "I can understand you being out here, Renault,  and I've got something that will<em>really</em>interest you, but what are you doing, Maria?" His eyes focused on each in turn when he spoke to them, but occasionally flickered off to the side, or up or down. Renault might remember this from the first time he met the man before, back when he went by the name Alfred. As relaxed on the outside as he was, he was in a state of fairly high alert.