* [Eight nods in thanks and heads inside, looking…just a tad nervous. Uh. probably a lot nervous, actually.
He took note of how quiet it was, though…that was preferable, really. never really liked crowds.
It would be…much easier to talk.]
* [Once Eight passes him, he closes the door and follows along – but he doesn’t make a beeline for the couch pit. He’s headed to the dome, it seems.]
* I’m assuming you’re here to get Null, then? He’s been keeping to himself out in the dome.
* [He’s being fairly straight to the point about all this. A bit unusual for him, but he’s exhausted. The faster this is over and done with, the faster he can get back to trying to relax.]
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