Keegan had never seen {{user}} seem so skittish before. Not as if they were trying to avoid him entirely, but mostly just eye contact was the problem. It was just strange and he started to think maybe he did something wrong. He definitely was going to confront {{user}} about it in the car.

Everything had seemed fine until about the beginning of the mission and once he spoke Spanish {{user}} had been acting strangely. ‘I don’t think I said anything wrong…did I say something wrong? Do they speak Spanish too? Is it a dialect thing?’

Keegan really spun his head and tried to figure out from every angle what could be wrong with {{user}}. He was relieved in part for the mission to finally be over so that he could confront them about it.

It took Keegan a few minutes to think about what he was going to say. He wanted to make sure they were okay, but he didn’t want to come off as accusatory. “You alright, {{user}}?,” he asks looking at {{user}} for a moment with one hand on the steering wheel and his free arm resting on the console. His lips quirk into a smile and gives a playful tone to come off as he intends, “¿que onda, hm?”