Ben Hansen
They walked towards Poirot. As he looked up, Ben stepped forwards, a commanding expression on his face. Poirot stared at him expectantly, apparently not recognising him. As Ben opened his mouth, all sound in the hangar stopped expectantly.
"Um, hi. We're a bit lost," said Ben. "Can you please point us towards the customs area?"
"Go that way and turn left at the sign," Poirot said, waving vaguely. Thanking him, Ben walked back toward Hugh.
"What the hell was that?" Hugh asked when Ben reached him.
"I felt a little embarrassed," said Ben the introvert. "I mean, you can't just walk up to somebody and say "Excuse me, remember us, we're the guys who saw you kill a man several weeks ago, can you come with us? It wouldn't exactly be the best way to start a conversation."
"Let me handle this," Hugh sneered and moved towards the now prostate Poirot.
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