Jack Sandrow
Writer, Character, Invasive Species
Equipment: Casual wear | Breather | Pistol
Jack paused at the door, thinking a moment. "Boe... I'm hardly a moral paragon, and it would be hypocritical of me to try to impose anything like that on anyone else. It's hard living down here, just... don't soak it in too much, yknow?" He tapped a bit on the door frame. "...but yeah. I'll be back tomorrow. Take care, alright? Get some food in you."
With that, he gave her a grin, and headed back upwards. He had about an hour left of usable air in the breather, so that should be just enough to grab a slab of meat from some pop-up stand on the way back to the pad. Tomorrow would be an interesting day... he'd have to remember to pack some armor and spare breathers next time. This had been very fun.
Boe
Jack paused at the door, thinking a moment. "Boe... I'm hardly a moral paragon, and it would be hypocritical of me to try to impose anything like that on anyone else. It's hard living down here, just... don't soak it in too much, yknow?" He tapped a bit on the door frame. "...but yeah. I'll be back tomorrow. Take care, alright? Get some food in you."
With that, he gave her a grin, and headed back upwards. He had about an hour left of usable air in the breather, so that should be just enough to grab a slab of meat from some pop-up stand on the way back to the pad. Tomorrow would be an interesting day... he'd have to remember to pack some armor and spare breathers next time. This had been very fun.
Boe