[He hadn't been sitting. He's far too on edge and hyper aware of his surroundings to consider getting anything near the realm of comfortable right now. Instead he stood, paced, all the while growing more on edge because this display was just impossible and slightly obscuring his vision.
His head snaps in the direction of the voice, though beyond that there's no urgency. It was as if that kind of movement was habit whenever a stranger spoke to him. His response comes delayed, of course. This woman is...familiar in such a way that he recognizes some features but foreign in just about everything else. It would seem strange to most people probably, but it's the tattoos on her forehead that catch his attention. The displays in front of him are small enough that he can see that much. That golden glow...golden. It's odd, and of course he draws comparison to his own glowing markings — except they're not glowing at the moment.
He wonders if something is running through her very skin to make those markings glow.]
Anything that helps me make sense of this wretched place.
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His head snaps in the direction of the voice, though beyond that there's no urgency. It was as if that kind of movement was habit whenever a stranger spoke to him. His response comes delayed, of course. This woman is...familiar in such a way that he recognizes some features but foreign in just about everything else. It would seem strange to most people probably, but it's the tattoos on her forehead that catch his attention. The displays in front of him are small enough that he can see that much. That golden glow...golden. It's odd, and of course he draws comparison to his own glowing markings — except they're not glowing at the moment.
He wonders if something is running through her very skin to make those markings glow.]
Anything that helps me make sense of this wretched place.