[The folded pieces of paper are not carelessly brushed off, but carefully brushed aside, maybe purposeful enough to get a glimpse of what's written on them. Short phrases, it seems, used for the sake of convenience. Kimiko's been doing this for a while, he assumes.
He settles in, blinks as the SUV starts—it's like being in the belly of something alive; a far cry from the gradual way a train drags its massive body across the tracks—and blinks again when the sun visor flips down and stares at him with another question.]
...You do come prepared, don't you?
[A simple question with a simple answer, at least.]
Panorama. I was told that it's a couple of hours away. Hope you're headed in the same direction.
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He settles in, blinks as the SUV starts—it's like being in the belly of something alive; a far cry from the gradual way a train drags its massive body across the tracks—and blinks again when the sun visor flips down and stares at him with another question.]
...You do come prepared, don't you?
[A simple question with a simple answer, at least.]
Panorama. I was told that it's a couple of hours away. Hope you're headed in the same direction.