[ He huffs out a humorless little laugh. ] While you're writing that letter, I'll be busy punching them. So. [ He shrugs.
He follows her lead, though, stepping out of the ship's breach into the wilderness, and for a second he just-- stares. Because the trees and the bushes and the everything looks like the kind of shit he'd see in movies or on TV. Maybe it's just a trick, like a hologram or some psychic assault, making him see what he thinks he should see. Or maybe he's just hallucinating, trying to find something familiar and projecting, or--?
Whatever it is, they can't possibly be on Earth, considering he was a galaxy away.
When she speaks to him, he jumps a little, snapped out of his thoughts. He glances at her, notes the sort of general air of discomfort in the way she's holding herself. ]
I'm alright. [ Existential crises aside, that is. His brow furrows. ] I'm startin' to think you're not doing so hot, though. You need a hand?
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He follows her lead, though, stepping out of the ship's breach into the wilderness, and for a second he just-- stares. Because the trees and the bushes and the everything looks like the kind of shit he'd see in movies or on TV. Maybe it's just a trick, like a hologram or some psychic assault, making him see what he thinks he should see. Or maybe he's just hallucinating, trying to find something familiar and projecting, or--?
Whatever it is, they can't possibly be on Earth, considering he was a galaxy away.
When she speaks to him, he jumps a little, snapped out of his thoughts. He glances at her, notes the sort of general air of discomfort in the way she's holding herself. ]
I'm alright. [ Existential crises aside, that is. His brow furrows. ] I'm startin' to think you're not doing so hot, though. You need a hand?