[ He's restless. Len's thumb worries at the crook of his elbow, arms folded across his chest, half-turned into the personal space of the man next to him. Henry isn't a survivalist in a traditional sense, Len doesn't think, but he's excruciatingly observant and to that end he makes for a decent companion in the long dark.
Time doesn't feel as though it passes the same here as outside, but Len does know that their scrutiny of the few patterns available to them has a distinct possibility of paying off. Food and drink are sparse, the fungi around them questionable eating, yet one of the Acolytes and her little entourage have been milling about with regularity, selecting little organic bits and baubles. ]
She's different from the others. Been collecting things, every so often. [ Len intimates just as quietly, tracking them in the periphery, careful not to outright stare. ] And she doesn't like it down here.
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Time doesn't feel as though it passes the same here as outside, but Len does know that their scrutiny of the few patterns available to them has a distinct possibility of paying off. Food and drink are sparse, the fungi around them questionable eating, yet one of the Acolytes and her little entourage have been milling about with regularity, selecting little organic bits and baubles. ]
She's different from the others. Been collecting things, every so often. [ Len intimates just as quietly, tracking them in the periphery, careful not to outright stare. ] And she doesn't like it down here.