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[Call it child-like instincts or whatever you want, but lairs have this distinct way to them that he is sort of able to detect -- and right now he is not getting that feeling. So, yes, he accepts that answer, even though this time he doesn't nod for good reason.]

Um, okay. Guess you could. [He'll believe you for now. Since it's not like he can't defend himself anyway what with the gun holstered at his side.

Though just one more question.] What's your name again?

Blake. John Blake.

[ He supplies the name readily, falling into line with Carl and starting them in the direction of Gunnery. Maybe he'll get a name this time, maybe he won't, but either way Blake's not keen to keep pressing. ]

—I work with Flight. Mostly doin' repairs.

[Blake, yeah - now he can sort of recall the name from before, but just the one. John as the other name, the real first name of this man is new but very much noted. As are the other details the older man felt like sharing, and in such, Carl nods his head again to show he's listening.

But this time his head hurts too much to feel the difference, anyway. Their path is a familiar one to him - there's a left to the stairs just head - and to take the lead he picks up his pace at a foot or so faster than the other guy. He doesn't feel Blake is lying about what he says, though, so he figures maybe he can open up a little this time.

(He started the line of questioning in the first place, after all. Fair is fair.)]

Carl. I work in Gunnery, with my dad. That's why I have to get there.

[And sure he omits his last name, but he's being careful to only share things that are already sort of obvious or otherwise very easy to find out.]

[ His first name — his real first name or the one he uses in its place — probably won't come up nearly as much as his last name. In any case, giving two in order to receive one feels like a good deal right now. ]

Nice to meet you Carl. Gunnery's prob'ly a good place to be, considerin'.

[ Blake rubs at his temple and tries to will away the headache starting to really plague him. ]

I'm sure your dad'll be glad to have you nearby. Better to be in groups.

[The social nicety of words isn't necessary in this situation and just makes it feel all the more awkward for Carl considering the last time he didn't introduce himself and how he just doesn't feel like returning the niceties anymore these days when the situation is any bit awkward or concerning.

Instead, he'll just skip to agreeing with the part about it being better to be in group. After all, in the most simplest words--]

Yeah... That's the idea.

[ It's a good idea, too — John knows as much — but as it stands, he's always had a bit of trouble disappearing into the fold. He doesn't intend to seek out people for the sake of his own comfort, but he will dig them up to make sure they're all right, like a dog rooting for a bone.

He walks in silence for a short while, all the time wondering a bit more about the world Carl must come from. It's reminiscent of more than one story, none of which are his own, so he feels strange sharing them.

After a while, he notes a particularly worrying creak with a slowing of his pace. ]

That feels... great. [ It's not really all that promising. ]

[Carl thinks differently because not that many months ago, he learned he needs people and can't do things alone. So, for the sake of his own comfort and survival, he has every bit of intention in seeking out the people he knows and trusts. Be there if they need him, too.

And it's all he's really thinking about as they walk in silence. He does wonder who John is exactly, but not so much to forget his focus on getting to gunnery until it's broken by the sudden strangeness of the person he's walking with.

His steps fall from their hurried pace and he turns to look back.

... What feels great now?]

[ It's the shifting of the ship that has Blake unsettled. He glances down at the floor, then up at Carl's oddly controlled face. ]

You can feel that, right? Somethin' big — it's movin' 'round somewhere.

[ Or maybe it's just the ship itself that's changing. He wouldn't be surprised. Hell, it could very well be something big rubbing against the outer hall, shuddering through the ship. ]

Maybe we shouldn't take our time.

[ He starts back up, returning to their previous pace, oddly concerned the vacuum of the world outside might make its way inside before long. ]

No... I didn't feel anything. What do you mean something's moving?

[Because between the noise and his aching head and hurried pace before, he hardly felt the shifting of the ship. It's not like he'll voice it but if he felt a slight tremor under his feet moments ago, he probably thought it was his head. So any control he's keeping is to keep himself from giving into the headaches and sitting down, giving up.

And he won't do that. He has stuff to do, people to find. So right now with whatever John is talking about, he changes from trying to keep his concern on the inside to letting a small fraction of it flash behind his eyes, in the glance down at the ground for a second before returning up to John.

He can only imagine what 'something big and moving around somewhere' could mean. It was about the right time for strange things to happen again, if you discount the headaches and banging noise already, so even if he still feels he should hurry, he agrees they should take their time instead. No use winding up dead.]

Maybe.

[And this time as they pick back up, he paces his stride normally without rush.]

[ John's struggling to explain, his mind slipping away to concentrate on all the sensory input. He thinks he hears something else — something decidedly closer — but the noise doesn't persist, so he tries to refocus on the question. ]

Feels like— like the whole ship's shudderin', that's all. [ That's all. He says it over again in his head and it sounds every bit as ridiculous. Frowning, he spares Carl an apologetic look and tries to soften some of the terseness his voice tends to take on in moments of stress. ]

Down in the shuttle bay, when we move somethin' heavy, the floor— it shakes, y'know? You get used to that feelin'. Get to recognize it.

Feels like that.

Down in the shuttle bay?

[He repeats that part if only because the effects of his headache weigh little by little more heavily on his focus as they walk and honestly he's not been down there more than a hand full of times to look out in space to even have been aware something felt like it was moving underneath... If he had known, he probably would have avoided going altogether.

Also to accompany his question is another glance, flashing side ways at John as if to say "are you serious?" Because no, no he does NOT know, but yes it makes him more concerned if that's what he thinks it feels like.]

[ Well, to be fair, John's been feeling particularly paranoid as of late, so he doesn't necessary consider himself an authority of what is and isn't happening. But he's always been good at conjecture and he's fairly attuned to his surroundings where possible.

Sparing Carl a glance, he smiles and shrugs. Maybe he'd be better off not rambling on, but being something of a nervous guy during times of stress, he doesn't appear to be able to help himself without a little extra thought. ]

Yeah, you know where that is? If you have trouble gettin' to Gunnery, you can look for me there.

[ He's always willing to help out, even if Carl appears suspicious of anyone offering as much. ]

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