[He’s mostly used to tracking humans, not wildlife or aliens, but the good news is that the skill set is the same. 76 is not so easily confused by the sets of tracks, because it looks like everyone in these parts was heading the same way. Some information to file away for later, perhaps.

None of that changes the fact that tracking someone or something is often very boring, and they spend most of their time trudging along. He’s not really one for idle conversation, and it’s difficult to turn off his hyper vigilance, but the reality of it is that a long walk through the alien landscape gets a little old after a while.

Maybe he. Will try. To be sociable.]

Well.

[Just give him a second.]

You got any good stories?

[This, however, he’s not at all a fan of—a trail of animal carcasses signals some kind of larger predator (and one that seems to be killing for no reason, at that). Given this information, hiding in a cave that may house these creatures seems like a bad idea, but when it starts to rain they’re left with no choice.]

Watch your step.

[The visor doesn’t pick up anything, but he’s still on high alert. He’ll go first, possibly pushing his way past someone else to do so (sorry not sorry). It doesn’t seem like he’s interested in getting some rest, so he spends most of his time either keeping watch, or exploring deeper into the cave—he won’t say no to company either way.

The paintings, of course, are of the most interest, and he can be found studying them, puzzling over the unfamiliar figures.]

Not sure I want to meet these guys.

[The history of the planet is interesting, sure, but the Thessyx are enough alien for him, it seems.]

[76 has no real preference about what they do with the Thessyx beyond not leaving it alone to die. Despite his stern demeanor, it seems he does have some concern for the well-being of sentient life, so when the decision is made to bring it back to basecamp, he doesn’t argue. He’s not in a rush to get back, even despite the weather, so he’s more than content to continue following the trail until it goes cold.

Which he expected to happen eventually, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating. It’s the strangeness of it all that gets to him, like the Thessyx vanished into thin air. He takes it upon himself to take a little walk through the surrounding area to see if they’ll get lucky. They don’t.]

It doesn’t pick up again.

[He says that matter-of-factly, not necessarily to dissuade the group from continuing on, but instead just presenting the situation as it is.]

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I don’t want to push our luck.

[For someone whose ulterior motive may or may not be gauging the possibility of surviving out here by himself, he seems to have a fairly realistic read on the situation.]

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