[He tenses immediately; the voice is unfamiliar, older, and for a moment he's concerned that despite the reference - he recognizes it, of course he recognizes it - he's about to be told to leave, that he has no right to be here. He allows the hand holding the chalk to drop to his side immediately, his body rigid, and he closes his eyes for a second as though waiting to be admonished; when that...doesn't happen, he turns to face the source, and whatever he was expecting, it clearly wasn't, uh...
It wasn't exactly Carmen, let's put it that way.]
"Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely."
[He keeps his hands down to his sides; he bows sharply after a moment.]
action;
It wasn't exactly Carmen, let's put it that way.]
"Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely."
[He keeps his hands down to his sides; he bows sharply after a moment.]
Good evening!