[Alfred Ponomarev has a big black umbrella open wide enough to keep his bag (which is quite full of non-waterproof items of value) sheltered and a reasonably thick coat. He's still annoyed that he had to similarly change his plans. The worst of the head-shaking, muttering-under-his-breath frustration wore off on his way to the bus stop to go home early; he is still sour, but has sleeked his demeanor to cold disapproval by the time he makes it there, and recognizes, after a moment, the assistant from the library happening to wait there, too.]
Hi, Ms. Solomin.
[Not said warmly, obligatorily out of civility and respect. But of course she'll know it's nothing to do with her - he's sort of simply turning his nose up in mild annoyance at no target, from one source, for now, and it'll go away. The color of her hair goes looked at without registering.]
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Hi, Ms. Solomin.
[Not said warmly, obligatorily out of civility and respect. But of course she'll know it's nothing to do with her - he's sort of simply turning his nose up in mild annoyance at no target, from one source, for now, and it'll go away. The color of her hair goes looked at without registering.]