[It's weird, being able to talk and move around without risking the Director or the Counselor coming in. Being able to talk to the Beta program for longer than a few scattered minutes, in between the tests and routines everyone had him running what felt like every few minutes.
It feels like a weight is being lifted from his shoulders. Even if he feels like he's going to hear the Director's voice yelling for him any second now.]
This isn't combat, you don't have to give ETAs. [He's wandered back to that cobalt blue armor he woke up in, inspecting it a little more thoroughly, now.] Oh, and by the way-- what the hell is going on here?
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It feels like a weight is being lifted from his shoulders. Even if he feels like he's going to hear the Director's voice yelling for him any second now.]
This isn't combat, you don't have to give ETAs. [He's wandered back to that cobalt blue armor he woke up in, inspecting it a little more thoroughly, now.] Oh, and by the way-- what the hell is going on here?