“No aliens where you’re from, then?” That allows him to set aside any suspicions about Battlestar Galactica. He’s, unfortunately, only had access to the rather cheesy 70’s and 80’s versions, which did have some aliens in them... Aliens, in fact, being responsible for building the robots.
In exchange for the bag of clothes, he hands her the pie, in its humble little cardboard box that’s smudged with his blood, before excusing himself to go change in the bathroom inside.
It’s quite a few minutes before he returns, but he’s looking much better now. The clothes are a little big on him, but that is not exactly unusual for him; he is a rather petite man. Most of the blood is also gone from his hands, and though there is still some stuck in his hair, it’s not as bad as before. He’s also feeling better, too. A little bit, at least.
“Thank you again,” he says, very sincerely -- almost overly grateful, even -- before lighting up one of those cigarettes.
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In exchange for the bag of clothes, he hands her the pie, in its humble little cardboard box that’s smudged with his blood, before excusing himself to go change in the bathroom inside.
It’s quite a few minutes before he returns, but he’s looking much better now. The clothes are a little big on him, but that is not exactly unusual for him; he is a rather petite man. Most of the blood is also gone from his hands, and though there is still some stuck in his hair, it’s not as bad as before. He’s also feeling better, too. A little bit, at least.
“Thank you again,” he says, very sincerely -- almost overly grateful, even -- before lighting up one of those cigarettes.