[Firo stares for a good long moment, probably longer than is reasonable or comfortable. But the guy doesn't disappear in front of his eyes or do anything to indicate that he's not real, so Firo slowly allows himself to relax. He glances away and adjusts his sleeve, a fidget that's meant to appear totally casual.]
Nah, you didn't.
[Right. Nobody's here but them, only people who should be on this stinking ship. Not her, not anyone from home.
And that's a good thing. It should make him breathe easier, shouldn't it? He tries to do just that, though it starts off shaky.]
What're you doing out here?
[As if he's not weirdly skulking in the hallway himself.]
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Nah, you didn't.
[Right. Nobody's here but them, only people who should be on this stinking ship. Not her, not anyone from home.
And that's a good thing. It should make him breathe easier, shouldn't it? He tries to do just that, though it starts off shaky.]
What're you doing out here?
[As if he's not weirdly skulking in the hallway himself.]