(Or on Romulus, or within somebody else's desert apocalypse memory.)
Jim doesn't quite startle when at the whistle, and his eyes track the approaching.. thing. He's wary as it gets closer, and his eyebrows go up when the large animal pops out of the sand near her. Swimming in sand, huh. ]
That's a handy trick for the terrain, [ he muses aloud, though it's probably mostly lost in the din of the looming machine. ]
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(Or on Romulus, or within somebody else's desert apocalypse memory.)
Jim doesn't quite startle when at the whistle, and his eyes track the approaching.. thing. He's wary as it gets closer, and his eyebrows go up when the large animal pops out of the sand near her. Swimming in sand, huh. ]
That's a handy trick for the terrain, [ he muses aloud, though it's probably mostly lost in the din of the looming machine. ]