[The Star Trek references are more than lost on him, clearly. From the little wry puzzle in his look and the way he lets her carry on her breathless ramble without comment. Not an uncommon look on people, after they wake up. And hell, considering the state of Cloudbank before the Storm even had a crack at it—
He gets it. Lets her vent it out all one-thing-after-another with a little muted bemused note in it until she's figured out where she wants to land. But land she does, and he reaches to take her hand easy enough. Bigger than hers, wrapped in bandages around the knuckles like he's prepared to make use of them. Speaking of which—]
Boxer's fine. [Pleasure's all his, et cetera. Releasing her hand, he casts an experimental look over his shoulder, as if to try and spot someone in the crowd.]
Don't think I can help you skip town early, but... I know my way around, if you feel like taking a walk.
[If Richie's up here, there's only so many places he can be hiding. It'd be a little bit of a stretch to say any friend of Richie's is a friend of his, precisely. But still, he'd hate to leave her hanging. Besides, impressions are pretty solid, so far.]
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He gets it. Lets her vent it out all one-thing-after-another with a little muted bemused note in it until she's figured out where she wants to land. But land she does, and he reaches to take her hand easy enough. Bigger than hers, wrapped in bandages around the knuckles like he's prepared to make use of them. Speaking of which—]
Boxer's fine. [Pleasure's all his, et cetera. Releasing her hand, he casts an experimental look over his shoulder, as if to try and spot someone in the crowd.]
Don't think I can help you skip town early, but... I know my way around, if you feel like taking a walk.
[If Richie's up here, there's only so many places he can be hiding. It'd be a little bit of a stretch to say any friend of Richie's is a friend of his, precisely. But still, he'd hate to leave her hanging. Besides, impressions are pretty solid, so far.]