The young man just stares at him with slightly wide eyes - questions? That was even stranger than the man talking to him, or volunteering information instead of orders, the very idea of him being able to ask questions was so alien that for a long second any questions he might have had disappear entirely from his head in the face of his blank confusion.
He opens his mouth to try and find something - an answer is expected of him, right? - but there's just so much he doesn't know that he doesn't even know where to begin, so after a moment he closes it again and just shakes his head mutely.
He'd think it was ironic that a unit declared faulty for being curious suddenly finds himself without any questions to ask, if he knew what irony was.
"Marshal Leonis?" Another voice interrupts politely "We found these, they should fit..."
The bundle of clothing being offered to Cor is fairly basic, just some boxers, sweats and a t-shirt, whatever they could scrounge from the lockers of whichever scientists were about the same size as the trooper. There's a pair of basic slippers, too - they're not ideal, but it means he'll at least have something on his feet.
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Date: 2023-02-02 12:57 am (UTC)The young man just stares at him with slightly wide eyes - questions? That was even stranger than the man talking to him, or volunteering information instead of orders, the very idea of him being able to ask questions was so alien that for a long second any questions he might have had disappear entirely from his head in the face of his blank confusion.
He opens his mouth to try and find something - an answer is expected of him, right? - but there's just so much he doesn't know that he doesn't even know where to begin, so after a moment he closes it again and just shakes his head mutely.
He'd think it was ironic that a unit declared faulty for being curious suddenly finds himself without any questions to ask, if he knew what irony was.
"Marshal Leonis?" Another voice interrupts politely "We found these, they should fit..."
The bundle of clothing being offered to Cor is fairly basic, just some boxers, sweats and a t-shirt, whatever they could scrounge from the lockers of whichever scientists were about the same size as the trooper. There's a pair of basic slippers, too - they're not ideal, but it means he'll at least have something on his feet.