[He pauses mid-step, whipping his head toward the voice and letting the critter toddle off a few more steps. Though it's not seen, those talented in reading blank visors for emotions might be able to get the impression of...scrutinizing. Narrowed eyes.
He knows of the Freelancers. The things he knows are the things Tex had told him (no, wait, that's not quite right, is it?), names and stories, and he'd briefly met a few before he got assigned and she got Omega (no...no that's not what really happened), so he gets the impression of something familiar about her.
But whatever he thinks he recognizes, it passes by as he remembers the animal he's supposed to help corral back to the herd.]
Ah, shit, you wanna give me a hand? Can you make like a lasso or something?
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[He pauses mid-step, whipping his head toward the voice and letting the critter toddle off a few more steps. Though it's not seen, those talented in reading blank visors for emotions might be able to get the impression of...scrutinizing. Narrowed eyes.
He knows of the Freelancers. The things he knows are the things Tex had told him (no, wait, that's not quite right, is it?), names and stories, and he'd briefly met a few before he got assigned and she got Omega (no...no that's not what really happened), so he gets the impression of something familiar about her.
But whatever he thinks he recognizes, it passes by as he remembers the animal he's supposed to help corral back to the herd.]
Ah, shit, you wanna give me a hand? Can you make like a lasso or something?