...Oh. [He's not bumpkin enough to be blindsided by the implications, especially not with the frame of reference of the Station behind them. But Cloudbank wasn't quite the spacefaring kind of scifi. And, y'know. Pretty fond of a good pleasure vessel to boot.
And, about the waterproofing and all— He cracks a rueful and crooked kind of smile at her little joke and then drops to a crouch in front of the Transistor, seemingly to inspect the drying surface of the blade. Funny you put it that way. With a slow tone to match—]
About that—
[Seems like he's sort of worked his way around his reluctance to talk about it. (Some of it, anyway. Given the circumstances—) But before he can spit it out...lightning crashes, thunder rolls. And there's a crackling sound as the light of the Transistor—blinks out entirely, plunging the room into darkness until Allura's eyes adjust to what's left.]
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...Oh. [He's not bumpkin enough to be blindsided by the implications, especially not with the frame of reference of the Station behind them. But Cloudbank wasn't quite the spacefaring kind of scifi. And, y'know. Pretty fond of a good pleasure vessel to boot.
And, about the waterproofing and all— He cracks a rueful and crooked kind of smile at her little joke and then drops to a crouch in front of the Transistor, seemingly to inspect the drying surface of the blade. Funny you put it that way. With a slow tone to match—]
About that—
[Seems like he's sort of worked his way around his reluctance to talk about it. (Some of it, anyway. Given the circumstances—) But before he can spit it out...lightning crashes, thunder rolls. And there's a crackling sound as the light of the Transistor—blinks out entirely, plunging the room into darkness until Allura's eyes adjust to what's left.]