[ Jim slows as they get there, wanting immediately to compare the lights outside to within - he watches, notices the flickers don't line up, but he's not relieved yet.
It's quieter inside, Darma's message not blaring through, audible from outside sources only. He inspects the closest pod, then the next, knowing he'll never have time to check every single one, but needing to calm the anxious feeling in his chest before he darts to familiar aisles. ]
How are yours looking? [ He calls to Mikazuki, finally turning to walk towards where he knows his shipmates are. ]
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It's quieter inside, Darma's message not blaring through, audible from outside sources only. He inspects the closest pod, then the next, knowing he'll never have time to check every single one, but needing to calm the anxious feeling in his chest before he darts to familiar aisles. ]
How are yours looking? [ He calls to Mikazuki, finally turning to walk towards where he knows his shipmates are. ]