[They could only be the names of other people, though they sound more like nonsense words strung together.
Daud watches the newcomer with the gun for a few blocks, following along hidden in the shadows above. Then he drops down onto the street and walks into view, deliberately making himself obvious to avoid a startled gunshot. He walks slowly. Non-threateningly. The only thing he doesn't do is put his hands in the air; he's never done that, and never will.]
She's gone.
[There's only one reason a man under strain would repeat the same name more than once. Odds are, she's a woman.]
Z!
Daud watches the newcomer with the gun for a few blocks, following along hidden in the shadows above. Then he drops down onto the street and walks into view, deliberately making himself obvious to avoid a startled gunshot. He walks slowly. Non-threateningly. The only thing he doesn't do is put his hands in the air; he's never done that, and never will.]
She's gone.
[There's only one reason a man under strain would repeat the same name more than once. Odds are, she's a woman.]
And you're terrorising half the city.