Maybe he's hiding a mortal wound under all that noodle and hair.
He supposes that that makes sense. If anyone from their dimension would be here, it would be McGillis. Gaelio doubts that most of Gjallarhorn's higher authorities would be willing to acquiesce to such changes.
"I'll be fine. But if this is how the Legionnaires conduct themselves, I don't know how anyone can eat in peace. Is there something that I'm missing?"
He peels off the last of the food that doesn't belong on his body, all wrapped in the napkin as much as it'll allow. In his haste, he'd abandoned his own morsel, but he also finds that he isn't hungry anymore. If anything, he's relieved to see a familiar face whom he can trust, the relief overpowering any irritation he might have been bottling up.
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He supposes that that makes sense. If anyone from their dimension would be here, it would be McGillis. Gaelio doubts that most of Gjallarhorn's higher authorities would be willing to acquiesce to such changes.
"I'll be fine. But if this is how the Legionnaires conduct themselves, I don't know how anyone can eat in peace. Is there something that I'm missing?"
He peels off the last of the food that doesn't belong on his body, all wrapped in the napkin as much as it'll allow. In his haste, he'd abandoned his own morsel, but he also finds that he isn't hungry anymore. If anything, he's relieved to see a familiar face whom he can trust, the relief overpowering any irritation he might have been bottling up.