[ The kid keeps up well. Really well. It's apparent he's used to traveling light and traveling fast, with a charming sort of exploratory pep in his step and a little robot that sits on his shoulder, only occasionally hopping off to scan something of interest and bank it some internal database.
It sorts of reminds Nate of the droid Poe used to talk about with such immense fondness you'd think the guy was referring to a beloved girlfriend. What was its name again? Bee-Bee something? It's possible they're from the same world, but these days he doesn't like to make assumptions having opened his perspective up to hold a whole host of new universes and timelines.
Nate is adding a small note about the spiralized pattern of the petals when Cal speaks over his shoulder, and the huff he responds with probably isn't sufficient. ]
It's, uh- yeah.
[ The sketchbook is worn and the page is in the latter half of the journal, so he knows he's getting close to filling it up. He tips the paper in Cal's direction. ]
I'm sure they've got their own records, but I kind of like to have a personal one.
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It sorts of reminds Nate of the droid Poe used to talk about with such immense fondness you'd think the guy was referring to a beloved girlfriend. What was its name again? Bee-Bee something? It's possible they're from the same world, but these days he doesn't like to make assumptions having opened his perspective up to hold a whole host of new universes and timelines.
Nate is adding a small note about the spiralized pattern of the petals when Cal speaks over his shoulder, and the huff he responds with probably isn't sufficient. ]
It's, uh- yeah.
[ The sketchbook is worn and the page is in the latter half of the journal, so he knows he's getting close to filling it up. He tips the paper in Cal's direction. ]
I'm sure they've got their own records, but I kind of like to have a personal one.