[Bellamy meanders after Singh, but doesn't stay matched with his sedate pace. The tea made for him ends up abandoned, half-empty, because his curiousity and restlessness predictably rear their heads. He putters around the rest of the facility, poking his head into different rooms, nosing about in anything left over on shelves and in containers. (He avoids the living quarters, though. Again: gross.)
He putters back towards the command center when he hears a loud thudding sound.
Oh, goody, he thinks.]
Heyyyyyyy, Torvald, [he says instead, his arms magically appearing out from his layers as he spreads them wide as if welcoming a good friend. Even his voice is full of exaggerated joy.] Long time, no see!
[It's a good thing he hasn't put his gas mask back on, after all.]
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He putters back towards the command center when he hears a loud thudding sound.
Oh, goody, he thinks.]
Heyyyyyyy, Torvald, [he says instead, his arms magically appearing out from his layers as he spreads them wide as if welcoming a good friend. Even his voice is full of exaggerated joy.] Long time, no see!
[It's a good thing he hasn't put his gas mask back on, after all.]