[ Simon looks at him, and for a split second of movement it’s with glowing red lenses, like a Magic Eye picture nobody wanted. “People who need our help” mostly makes him think of Hank himself, since, you know, he’s right here and this place is a horrorshow that only Simon has any idea how to navigate.
It’s sufficient motivation, and he nods, jaw tight. He’ll do what he always does here, except this time totally in the dark about where to find what they’re looking for. ] Yeah. Let’s go. Just keep quiet, it’s rough down here.
[ wow simon you don’t fucking say.
So, he starts walking, glancing at Hank to indicate for him to follow. Maybe Hank won’t be at as much of a disadvantage after all. When the monsters can beat you up remotely, anybody who’s not sensitive to electromagnetism is better off. He looks around, speaking in a murmur. No signs yet. No rooms. ]
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It’s sufficient motivation, and he nods, jaw tight. He’ll do what he always does here, except this time totally in the dark about where to find what they’re looking for. ] Yeah. Let’s go. Just keep quiet, it’s rough down here.
[ wow simon you don’t fucking say.
So, he starts walking, glancing at Hank to indicate for him to follow. Maybe Hank won’t be at as much of a disadvantage after all. When the monsters can beat you up remotely, anybody who’s not sensitive to electromagnetism is better off. He looks around, speaking in a murmur. No signs yet. No rooms. ]
Can’t tell which station this is. Omicron?