*The protests die to murmurs, but it's Paul who breaks the uneasy quiet with action.*
Paul: *slowly, deliberately, he leaves the crowd to approach Zir. There's no hostility in his body language, just intent, they /will/ let him through. He pauses before Zir, studying him a moment, and then offers his hand.*
Zir: *peeks at Paul, managing to look up to the man even though he stands nearly two feet taller. He looks surprised when offered a hand and accepts it.*
Paul: We could really use anything you might know if you're still willing to share with us.
Zir: *nods* Yes, of course.
*and...the tension has mostly gone, the crowd easing, some accepting this, some not sure, but willing to try.*
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