[He looks up at the distant boom of thunder. The question follows it and he glances back.]
I'm massive but not giant. Are you familiar with old Earth pick-up trucks? [He opens the door. Beyond the doorway the room is littered with old furniture. Some of it broken, parts of it turned to dust from the passage of time. He can't turn on his arm to light up the room. His new arm is temporary and not built for war.
He steps into the room as he reaches for his belt pouch and produces a small flashlight. He flicks it on and casts the light about. He takes a step and tests the floor. It holds.] ...Is everything okay over there?
No prob, was slow myself
I'm massive but not giant. Are you familiar with old Earth pick-up trucks? [He opens the door. Beyond the doorway the room is littered with old furniture. Some of it broken, parts of it turned to dust from the passage of time. He can't turn on his arm to light up the room. His new arm is temporary and not built for war.
He steps into the room as he reaches for his belt pouch and produces a small flashlight. He flicks it on and casts the light about. He takes a step and tests the floor. It holds.] ...Is everything okay over there?