Perhaps it was the archaic thumbs-up gesture of Pul that confused Nathan. Perhaps he was, quite reasonably, diverted by the auburn-headed receptionist in passing her office space on his way out. Perhaps the waiting presence of Rex‘s barely-functioning Transport outside surprised him.
Most likely, all three distractions combined with his current mental load to lead to his lack of judgement.
Nathan stepped down the impressive staircase of Carapace, took a sharp turn to walk away from Rex’s attentions, walked down the citypath in an inattentive rush, and hurried right across a busy trafficsection.
He had a half-jiff to regret his short list of life accomplishments before a food transport permanently ended it.
Continued from Skinwalkers, XLVII.