Estinien does understand just enough for Amos to go along with. It's not like he needs to go into full details here. He would, if he needed to — his mere existence is a danger to others, if only because he cares so little that it would take next to nothing to convince him that killing someone, anyone else in this tavern is the right call. And that's not something he's inclined to hide — but there not being a place for him. Yeah. That's part of it, too.
Amos shrugs. Finishes off his drink; doesn't see the need to get another just yet.
"She's good at that, isn't she?" he says, looking back out at Himeka. He's seen her socialization skills well on display in the short time they've been here. Really has no clue how she does it. There's something almost wistful in his expression; a blink, and it's gone.
He turns back to Estinien. "Don't think there's really a place for me anywhere. I did find one for a bit, back home. But now I'm here. Tough to think I'd get lucky twice." His speech is plain. There's nothing self-pitying there, more an acceptance that this is what life is for him, and that's kinda that. "I doubt it's that bad. Anywhere with free air and this much open space is pretty much a paradise where I'm from. Could pass word along if you really wanted to know, though. Not really sure how," since without terminals he isn't really sure how sending messages would work, and he's yet to figure out how to get back to the Horizon, "but I guess this world has its ways."
Antiquated ones, from his perspective. Shit, all the resources in the world and there isn't even anything that so much as resembles a central network. Light delay wouldn't even be a factor here either, since they're all on one planet. Kind of a waste.
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Amos shrugs. Finishes off his drink; doesn't see the need to get another just yet.
"She's good at that, isn't she?" he says, looking back out at Himeka. He's seen her socialization skills well on display in the short time they've been here. Really has no clue how she does it. There's something almost wistful in his expression; a blink, and it's gone.
He turns back to Estinien. "Don't think there's really a place for me anywhere. I did find one for a bit, back home. But now I'm here. Tough to think I'd get lucky twice." His speech is plain. There's nothing self-pitying there, more an acceptance that this is what life is for him, and that's kinda that. "I doubt it's that bad. Anywhere with free air and this much open space is pretty much a paradise where I'm from. Could pass word along if you really wanted to know, though. Not really sure how," since without terminals he isn't really sure how sending messages would work, and he's yet to figure out how to get back to the Horizon, "but I guess this world has its ways."
Antiquated ones, from his perspective. Shit, all the resources in the world and there isn't even anything that so much as resembles a central network. Light delay wouldn't even be a factor here either, since they're all on one planet. Kind of a waste.