She cocks her head. "Itchy? Itchy how? He looks normal enough in that photo. How he was dressed?"
"No, not his clothes. It was more than that. As you say, his appearance is very ordinary. But there was an air about him. The way he carried himself. He behaved like..." I pause, choosing my words... "...like a spectator... at the crime scene. Everyone else in the area was either there professionally: police, press, medics, and so on. Or they were panicking. Women pulling kids away, that kind of thing."
Some of the women mumble, exchanging comments under their breath. Lorelei drags smoke slowly. "And your guy?"
"He was... odd... He didn't fit. And I wasn't the only one that thought so. People instinctively avoided him, veered around or away from him. He was spiteful, in small, mean ways. He yelled at some half-senile mongrel and enjoyed doing it."
"Enjoyed?" Her eyes narrow. "I thought you couldn't see his face?"