As always, his first thought is not for himself. His radio emits a bit more static- and then his voice, calm and concerned.
And...tired.
"Easy, Mikaela. This is a matter of circumstance; I did not know you were here."
A pause.
"But...it is good to see you are well. We had worried, after your leave."
He makes no comment as to the state of his interior; part of the disguise involved altering that, too, in to something somewhat more...dingy. But some of the tears and rips, the fact that the passenger-side seat looks like nothing more than scrap metal- there's no hiding that damage.
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Date: 2014-08-30 01:39 am (UTC)And...tired.
"Easy, Mikaela. This is a matter of circumstance; I did not know you were here."
A pause.
"But...it is good to see you are well. We had worried, after your leave."
He makes no comment as to the state of his interior; part of the disguise involved altering that, too, in to something somewhat more...dingy. But some of the tears and rips, the fact that the passenger-side seat looks like nothing more than scrap metal- there's no hiding that damage.