[ There's a pit of dread in his stomach as he races towards the driver's door of the car that he'd slammed into. How there had been no cars in front of him moments before his tire had blown out and then suddenly there were is beyond him. These cars, as far as he had seen, had no hyperdrive propulsion engines which means that it had to be a matter of the environment they were in. Gnashing his teeth over the confusing world he'd been thrust into is hardly top of mind right now however.
He's more concerned about the driver. And if there are lingering injuries (a mild concussion, probably. And maybe, possibly some bruising from how hard his seatbelt had bit into his chest), he'll deal with them later. This is his fault and the guilt that radiates off his face indicates that loud and clear.
But concern turns to confusion when he sees her face. Confusion mixed with relief. Whatever apology he'd had on the tip of his tongue evaporates as he utters a name that carries with so much familiarity and concern as if his body doesn't know what to do with it. ]
...Bix? When did you get here? Wil, Brasso - are they here too?
i am wiggling my little raccoon hands
He's more concerned about the driver. And if there are lingering injuries (a mild concussion, probably. And maybe, possibly some bruising from how hard his seatbelt had bit into his chest), he'll deal with them later. This is his fault and the guilt that radiates off his face indicates that loud and clear.
But concern turns to confusion when he sees her face. Confusion mixed with relief. Whatever apology he'd had on the tip of his tongue evaporates as he utters a name that carries with so much familiarity and concern as if his body doesn't know what to do with it. ]
...Bix? When did you get here? Wil, Brasso - are they here too?