[ The research rover is comfortable enough—not his lab, but familiar—though Lucilius has never been one to let his nerves get rattled over anything anyway. The questions and examinations he cedes without complaint, and the chaos and bustle only provide a cloak for him to hide under. This is his atmosphere, and he knows how to blend into it.
So when he sees her, there's no time spent on shock or mulling. It's only a matter of crossing the busy exam room and taking her by the arm, moving with enough purpose that no one thinks to interrupt him.
Except for her, that is. What a ridiculous question. ]
So quickly the dead are forgotten.
[ His corpse isn't even cool yet, and his creations have apparently cast him out of their memory. (Probably for the best, considering that some of the rebellion's fodder undoubtedly wanted him dead now.) But it seems more likely that she'd simply been addled—affected somehow. ]
Report on what you've experienced so far. [ Did she need repairs or something... ]
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So when he sees her, there's no time spent on shock or mulling. It's only a matter of crossing the busy exam room and taking her by the arm, moving with enough purpose that no one thinks to interrupt him.
Except for her, that is. What a ridiculous question. ]
So quickly the dead are forgotten.
[ His corpse isn't even cool yet, and his creations have apparently cast him out of their memory. (Probably for the best, considering that some of the rebellion's fodder undoubtedly wanted him dead now.) But it seems more likely that she'd simply been addled—affected somehow. ]
Report on what you've experienced so far. [ Did she need repairs or something... ]