The Soldier blinked. It seemed very random to have picked his hand, of all things, to...

No, wait. His eyes narrowed, having to stop and bid Geddoe stop, as well. Like trying to pick out a single instrument in a massive symphony, or a single stroke of color...but if one knew better where to listen or look...

His eyes flickered back up to Geddoe without being certain, questioning. Was it there? If it was, then...why?