can’t talk. It would be rude to seem like I was ignoring them.
He continues to sit there and watch, giving an occasional nod to pretend as if he agreed when they pointed to him to get some reinforcement to their idea. When really his mind was fully focused on what way to enter the town, how to avoid being totally overrun by thousands of drones at once and where the alpha could be holed up.
Other issues distracted him. How he knew his name was creepy, but more than that, why hadn’t he come for him yet. He clearly knew where he lived. Did he think he wouldn’t be a threat? Was that over confidence or arrogance? Maybe another trap. The conversation notches up a gear as he takes a sip of the beer.