[She jumps right to forgiveness with an ease that's a little like whiplash. And wastes no time getting friendly—which is how she is, he'd caught onto that early on. Even after pushing her buttons, that might be the happiest someone's looked to see him in a while, which is probably impressive when he's still gross with salt and sand and hasn't shaved in a week or showered in longer. He's still not used to it enough to relax, really, or reciprocate. But he does, at least, humor it, once he catches up to her intent. Huffing a breath out when she leans in that lands somewhere between amused and annoyed. Dryly—]
Nice to see you, too.
[Now, the little guy in creepy robes, he will ask about. Tense in the spine, he spins his Nalawi-orange in his hands to busy them.]
Mind if I trouble you for the short version?
[He's skimmed the backdated network once it was back online and listened to the explanations from the island-bound side and gathered that the rescue at least went well enough. The whole thing is still pretty relevant to his interests. It's not entirely a rational progression of priority, maybe, considering what the rest of the crew is busy arguing over, but recent kidnappings and murders strike a more immediate chord in him than old gods and dead wars.]
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Nice to see you, too.
[Now, the little guy in creepy robes, he will ask about. Tense in the spine, he spins his Nalawi-orange in his hands to busy them.]
Mind if I trouble you for the short version?
[He's skimmed the backdated network once it was back online and listened to the explanations from the island-bound side and gathered that the rescue at least went well enough. The whole thing is still pretty relevant to his interests. It's not entirely a rational progression of priority, maybe, considering what the rest of the crew is busy arguing over, but recent kidnappings and murders strike a more immediate chord in him than old gods and dead wars.]