Obviously, the name "Robert" coming up randomly gave Oscar and me a small wrench on our plans but both of us kept a pretty solid poker face as we were thrown the question out of the blue. Furthermore, it's not like there was only a single "Robert" in the thousand or so people who used the airport as a place of refuge but coincidences like this do tend to raise a flag.
Manuel thought for a bit as he answered, "Umm~ Probably my height? 5'6''? Fair skin, keeps to himself, mostly, black eyes, black hair, fairly fit? 30-ish years old, works as a security detail—I'm not sure of his exact position—but he's in a management position of some sort too?"
'It's the guy, at least I think it's him…'
I replied with a small exhale, "Hmm… I'm not entirely sure but the survivors we rescued were all drugged out of their minds—I could maybe ask them after they detoxed but it's gonna take a while. What's your relationship with him, anyway?"
"I-It's nothing—"