No sense standing in the doorway - he has a watch to keep, and he is a pragmatic bug; this is what they need of him right now. Lemm pulls the door closed to the room full of lights with no hesitation, and returns to his place by the wall and settles down with no complaint about the hard floor.
He always includes a Wanderer's Journal in his bag. This one is yet untranslated; it'll occupy him for some time, amid occasional glances up to check that the bug on the couch yet... breathes. And breathe she does. (To his relief.)
Lemm cannot lose himself in the fog of history right now, re-reading the same parts over and over, returning to his own thoughts fast enough that he gleans nothing from the text. So it is with immediate presence that he snaps to attention and scrambles to his feet, quiet as he can, journal pressed to his chest.
Helmet. Mining, he thinks, she's a mining bug, and wrings every little piece he's gleaned from his texts while he stalls for time.
"There was an accident," he tries. It's not untrue. "You're to rest for now."
A beat, a recall, some corporate release he'd painstakingly read to his own boredom between even less interesting ones about ore imports and standards and welfare. Relic Seeker Lemm uses what little he knows.
"You're on sick leave, Myla. No need to wear that here. Until you recover."
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He always includes a Wanderer's Journal in his bag. This one is yet untranslated; it'll occupy him for some time, amid occasional glances up to check that the bug on the couch yet... breathes. And breathe she does. (To his relief.)
Lemm cannot lose himself in the fog of history right now, re-reading the same parts over and over, returning to his own thoughts fast enough that he gleans nothing from the text. So it is with immediate presence that he snaps to attention and scrambles to his feet, quiet as he can, journal pressed to his chest.
Helmet. Mining, he thinks, she's a mining bug, and wrings every little piece he's gleaned from his texts while he stalls for time.
"There was an accident," he tries. It's not untrue. "You're to rest for now."
A beat, a recall, some corporate release he'd painstakingly read to his own boredom between even less interesting ones about ore imports and standards and welfare. Relic Seeker Lemm uses what little he knows.
"You're on sick leave, Myla. No need to wear that here. Until you recover."