[ At least she's honest. His eyes soften slightly—she'd lost a friend today, too. He'd brought Boxer here, Boxer'd taken the news back, and he's glad that he had someone to share it with who might buffer the blow. But it still means that she's taken on a bit of the burden herself. For her to still be here after... he wonders if it brings any relief to see the scene for herself. ]
I'm sorry.
[ For her loss. He's just out of sorts enough that he misreads the minutiae of her body language; the hard stare, the sudden stiffness, all of it could just be consequence of the bleakness in the lab, the suffocating atmosphere lingering even as the gas has been cleared out.
(That must be it, right...?)
It seems that something about the drone's caught her eye, though, so he explains as placidly as he can. ]
It's just a bit of clean-up and investigation left... You needn't push yourself to be here. [ He's not sure if he really anticipates the day being over, but the truth is that there isn't much left to do. ]
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I'm sorry.
[ For her loss. He's just out of sorts enough that he misreads the minutiae of her body language; the hard stare, the sudden stiffness, all of it could just be consequence of the bleakness in the lab, the suffocating atmosphere lingering even as the gas has been cleared out.
(That must be it, right...?)
It seems that something about the drone's caught her eye, though, so he explains as placidly as he can. ]
It's just a bit of clean-up and investigation left... You needn't push yourself to be here. [ He's not sure if he really anticipates the day being over, but the truth is that there isn't much left to do. ]