[Bush looks very little like himself today; his pea coat, got in 1893, is thankfully still wearable-- in fact, he has been complimented on it, and military styling is everywhere when it comes to coats-- but beneath that, he wears new clothes, bought in the casual style he gleaned from the residents of the barge who know this era. His queue has been taken out of its ribbon and combed, gathered loosely by one tie at the nape of his neck.
He feels foolish, but knows that he is not remarkable-- he is trying to be easy and natural. He is managing to look at least like a man with much on his mind instead of completely like an interloper.
A glance at his compass steers him towards the innocuous looking man. Bush knows his face, but faces mean nothing; he knows that after being introduced to the Doctor. His warden item is a guarantee. ...likely Jones will recognize him more easily. ]
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He feels foolish, but knows that he is not remarkable-- he is trying to be easy and natural. He is managing to look at least like a man with much on his mind instead of completely like an interloper.
A glance at his compass steers him towards the innocuous looking man. Bush knows his face, but faces mean nothing; he knows that after being introduced to the Doctor. His warden item is a guarantee. ...likely Jones will recognize him more easily. ]