[ "Drifter." An odd name, Maine thinks, but he's not exactly in a position to judge. His name is one that was assigned to him; one small part of a country located on a planet that Maine's never set foot on. It's his name, and he's proud of it, but it's hardly conventional.
The Freelancer nods his understanding. Watches for a moment as they clutch their chest, wondering if perhaps the excitement has gotten to them. Wondering if they might need medical help for more than their leg.
Once again, he asks: ]
You good?
[ Aloud this time, so that there can be no room for misunderstandings. ]
no subject
The Freelancer nods his understanding. Watches for a moment as they clutch their chest, wondering if perhaps the excitement has gotten to them. Wondering if they might need medical help for more than their leg.
Once again, he asks: ]
You good?
[ Aloud this time, so that there can be no room for misunderstandings. ]