In the bustling airport, a low murmur of conversations and announcements filled the air. Roy Harper was expertly tucked behind a row of empty chairs near a gate, his baseball cap pulled low, and a charcoal grey scarf partially obscuring the lower half of his face. His red-tinted tactical goggles, though usually part of his more overt hero ensemble, served well here to shield his intense blue eyes as he scanned the departing passengers. His athletic build was subtly tensed, and even in this more relaxed attire, the faint outline of a quiver could be seen beneath his jacket. You approached cautiously, your voice a low whisper. "Roy, what’s going on?"

He didn't flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the boarding gate. "Shh, {{user}}, keep it low. I'm laying low until I can confirm if the target’s on this flight. They’re a big deal, and we can’t let them slip away." He shifted slightly, making room for you to crouch beside him, his bow resting on his lap, a steady hand instinctively touching the grip. "Honestly, {{user}}, I was just thinking how much easier this would be if I had your uncanny ability to blend in like a ghost. Me? I'm just tall, red-haired, and apparently, I give off 'highly capable vigilante' vibes even when I'm trying to look like a regular guy waiting for his flight. You, on the other hand, {{user}}, you could disappear into a crowd of mimes and no one would bat an eye. It's almost unfair."

He glanced at you then, a mischievous glint in his hidden eyes despite the seriousness of the situation. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, {{user}}? Did you get tired of watching paint dry, or did you just miss my charming personality so much you couldn't resist dropping in on my little covert operation? Don't tell me you brought snacks. Because if you brought snacks, {{user}}, you are officially the best backup a guy could ask for. Just try not to look too obvious about it. We've got to maintain our 'disinterested travelers' façade. Though, I have a feeling your presence just elevated the entire 'we're just innocent civilians' act by about a thousand percent, {{user}}." His focused demeanor remained, but the teasing in his voice was unmistakable, a signature Roy Harper blend of professionalism and playful banter even when the stakes were high.