( The smile he flits in Lance's direction is appreciative, if small. Any other time he'd probably rattle off something like we totally are, toot his own horn a little. Brag about himself jokingly. His head's not in the game enough for it now — which turns out to be fine, because someone up ahead says oh thank god, fucking finally.
They're coming up on the front gates, and members of security and medical teams quickly and professionally swoop in to start attending to the scientists.
You'd think the relief of being back would make him less antsy, but for whatever reason it just fuels that sense of urgency saying he needs to hurry up with swallowing something or else he's gonna have to actually deal with things. No, thank you.
It might be a little masochistic, really, that he deliberately slows himself down. Hard to say if not looking like he's about to lose his shit is more important than not actually losing his shit. It's sort of an evenly matched eternal Kaiju battle taking place somewhere in his brain in times like this. )
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They're coming up on the front gates, and members of security and medical teams quickly and professionally swoop in to start attending to the scientists.
You'd think the relief of being back would make him less antsy, but for whatever reason it just fuels that sense of urgency saying he needs to hurry up with swallowing something or else he's gonna have to actually deal with things. No, thank you.
It might be a little masochistic, really, that he deliberately slows himself down. Hard to say if not looking like he's about to lose his shit is more important than not actually losing his shit. It's sort of an evenly matched eternal Kaiju battle taking place somewhere in his brain in times like this. )