[ His expression flickers briefly, faltering, the resolves into something impassive. ]
No, [ comes the answer finally, and he turns just slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of her, before his attention shifts back to the window. ] Though it must be.
[ Beneath the veneer of calm, he is a churning storm of emotion; angry, confused, filled with a strange giddy sort of relief in seeing a familiar face (her face) when he'd begun to wonder if he would encounter anyone on this star's forsaken junkheap. ]
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No, [ comes the answer finally, and he turns just slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of her, before his attention shifts back to the window. ] Though it must be.
[ Beneath the veneer of calm, he is a churning storm of emotion; angry, confused, filled with a strange giddy sort of relief in seeing a familiar face (her face) when he'd begun to wonder if he would encounter anyone on this star's forsaken junkheap. ]