It bumped against the back of his coat, and the man instantly whirled around at the assembled party. It was evident nobody had tapped his shoulder.
"Alright," He growled, setting down the stack of cases he was about to grab. "Who was it? I want an answer." His bulldog features contorted in a snarl as he scanned the crowd in front of him.
Mirror, however, would need to get closer in order to be spotted. She had some vague memories of an abusive childhood and hitchhiking to new hawkhood, as well as foggier recent ones of some kind of metal monster, evidently the "boss".