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[guardiano_perduto]

--uh.

[Oh hey there Ratchet, where've you been? Stuff happened on the ship while you were gone.

...but something about the Lombax just doesn't look quite right. His fur's a bit bristled and it doesn't look like he's been sleeping very well at all. Scorch-marks cover some pretty broad sections of his armour, notably his hands. But he ignores all that and tries to address Cambot with as casual a demeanor as he can manage.

Which isn't that good.

Something's definately bugging him, other than their current predicament.]

I was gonna say something along the lines of how the heck I got tossed back and forth like this but, ah...

Could someone tell me why there's a talking dinosaur plastered all over the place?

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[wavesinherheart]

I don't know. Not for sure, anyway.

[guardiano_perduto]

...hey, come on.

There's worse things than being trapped on a remote dinosaur planet with slim to none chance of survival.

[wavesinherheart]

I know. Believe me, I know.

[guardiano_perduto]

...wanna talk about it?

[wavesinherheart]

Ah... it's not really important.

[guardiano_perduto]

It doesn't have to be here. Come on, if it's really buggin' you...

[wavesinherheart]

Thank you, but it's fine.

[guardiano_perduto]

Whenever you're ready, then. I'm not goin' anywhere.

[wavesinherheart]

Alright.