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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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[guardiano_perduto]

[It's not like you had to - Ratchet never minded a mess. If one could see the condition he'd left his garage in, they would certainly think otherwise.

But he's there before long, knocking on the door quietly and keeping an ear out.]

[colorbymemory]

[Whether or not she has to, it's polite and it will help her focus on the conversation if she doesn't have her supplies around. It doesn't take long and she's ready when he knocks.]

Come in--the door's unlocked.

[guardiano_perduto]

[He isn't sure why he's being so cautious about visiting a friend, because he knows they won't mind either way. It's just... the past few weeks have him on edge lately, and he can't quite seem to shake it off as quickly as he'd like.]

I don't think we have much of a reason to lock 'em anyway, unless those raptor-things find their way up here.

[colorbymemory]

[Even with friends, manners are appreciated. At least, that's what Namine interprets the knock as--just him being polite and not walking in without warning.]

Probably not, though you never really know what will happen.

[If they're going to talk for a while, they might as well be comfortable. She gestures to a seat as she sits.]

[guardiano_perduto]

--how long has the SOL been like this, anyway? I know time's different from where I'm from and here, but if you could gimme a rough estimate?

[Still not wanting to be rude, the Lombax hops up by her side, shuffling back until he's better seated to talk comfortably.]

Weird things are the norm here - but I gotta say this takes the cake.

[colorbymemory]

I think it's been like this for a week? That's about how long ago we had to jump dimensions.

[Manners are always appreciated, and it's so much easier to talk this way.]

It's definitely one of the stranger things that have happened.

[guardiano_perduto]

And you're...

Sure you haven't run into anyone one else lookin' like me? Maybe a little different?

[colorbymemory]

No, I haven't yet. Were you expecting a friend?

[guardiano_perduto]

No...

I don't think he's coming, anyway.

[colorbymemory]

Oh?

[You never know who will show up, here, but...]

[guardiano_perduto]

I...

No, look, maybe I said too much.

[colorbymemory]

I see.

It looks like a lot happened to you while you were away.