[Tyler doesn't react to the press of Solus against his back, but he still doesn't like it. Which is why Isis pops up again, in the crook of Tyler's neck where his coat meets his shirt collar, glaring narrow-eyed at Solus again. There's no psychic pressure this time, but the threat of it hangs in the air.
Feeling Isis's ill temper makes Tyler himself finally glance back, though his own gaze is impossible to discern through his glasses. He's not signing, but words pop into Solus's mind anyway.]
If you like, we can go a bit slower so the wind is less intense.
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Feeling Isis's ill temper makes Tyler himself finally glance back, though his own gaze is impossible to discern through his glasses. He's not signing, but words pop into Solus's mind anyway.]
If you like, we can go a bit slower so the wind is less intense.