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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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[colorbymemory]

Hello again, Ratchet.

The Mads sent something after us, so we had to move the Satellite. The dinosaurs live on the world we're closest to.

[guardiano_perduto]

What, some kind of dinosaur-launcher? Who the heck thought it was bad enough to move everything to another dimension?

[colorbymemory]

No, not that. But it could have destroyed the Satellite, so Gypsy moved us.

[guardiano_perduto]

Wow, who the heck'd you tick off?

[colorbymemory]

Joel--the person who was here before us--was trying to come help us, and the Mads didn't like it.

[guardiano_perduto]

You said there was a missile involved - whatever happened to the guy?

[colorbymemory]

We don't know.

[Namine looks sad. She wanted to think Joel was okay somehow, but they had know way of knowing for sure unless he managed to contact them again.]

[guardiano_perduto]

...hey, come on. If he made it out all this way to try and rescue us, I'm sure he's okay.

Rememeber, we're in another dimension or something right now - he probably just can't find us again.

[colorbymemory]

[Her expression brightens at his reassurance--not quite happy, but more thoughtful than sad.]

Maybe he's looking for us. I wonder if there's a way to send him a signal.

[guardiano_perduto]

Good luck tryin' that from a completely different dimension. Unless you've got some kind of interdimensional wormhole device?

[colorbymemory]

Maybe we could ask Gypsy if there's one we can use.

[Satisfied with that, she moves on to another subject. She'd been distracted by his questions, but now she notices the scorch marks on his armor.]

You're hurt!

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[guardiano_perduto]

Don't'cha think if there was one, it would've been used by no--

[guardiano_perduto]

[WOW THAT WAS SUDDEN. Forgive him if he jumps a little because jeez, Namine.]

What--no! I'm fine!

[colorbymemory]

Ah--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but your hands...are you sure they're okay?

[Working with her hands a lot has made Nami sensitive to any potential injury to them.

[guardiano_perduto]

My... hands. Uh. Yeah...? As far as I know.

[colorbymemory]

But it looks like you got burned...

[guardiano_perduto]

Oh, what, those? Kid, I'm handling heavy weaponry every day - you're gonna get a little scuffed up in the process.

[colorbymemory]

Oh! I see.

[She looks a little sheepish now.]

I'm sorry, I thought...

[guardiano_perduto]

...I'm fine. So don't worry, alright?

[colorbymemory]

[Something about her expression hints that Namine can guess he's not telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth.]

I see. If you're sure...

We're here if you want to talk.

[guardiano_perduto]

I... ah...

Maybe. Sort of.

[colorbymemory]

I'm on the theatrical deck.

[guardiano_perduto]

You sure you're okay with it?

[colorbymemory]

I'm sure.

[guardiano_perduto]

Alright. I'm on my way, if you can hang tight for a bit.