[ Another soft huff, this time at her response. Surprise flickers across his expression when she reaches for his hand, but he doesn't pull it away, his long stride makes it so he's caught up at her side rather than trailing along behind.
Those are some bleak odds, but he's not sure he can voice disagreement. Not until he gets his bearings. ]
Well, you've already got space travel under your belt. [ Cocking an eyebrow. ] Sounds like you're ahead of the game.
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Those are some bleak odds, but he's not sure he can voice disagreement. Not until he gets his bearings. ]
Well, you've already got space travel under your belt. [ Cocking an eyebrow. ] Sounds like you're ahead of the game.