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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]

--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.