[ It's absurd how much of a relief it is to just be out of that room, like he'd been holding his breath the entire time, only just now exhaling, and Andyr's a little baffled that he was able to walk out that easily, pausing to a moment to turn while they walk, pacing backwards a moment with eyes on the door, like he's expecting some throng of security goons to come running behind. Huh. There's an obnoxious jangle from the chains still attached to the cuffs on his ankles (that were a lot more effective in keeping his stride restrained before Mikal, the one clone Andyr actually likes, took a blow torch to them), but Andyr's ignoring it as he goes. He isn't tripping, and that's fine. Turning back around to properly face the direction they're headed in, he's squinting around at the walls and hallways, before looking back to Steve. ]
Complicated? I got time. [ Maybe. He doesn't actually know, but sure, nothing better's going on, aside from a lot of confusion. And he would like to know what the hell Steve is supposed to be. In truth, he's shorter than the doppleganger Steve knows as well - somewhere between 5'9" and 5'10", more apparent with the lack of shoes. Shorter Than We Should Be all around. ] Someone screw up the formula?
[ Without a word on which he'd like to choose, Andyr snaps his trajectory immediately towards the promise of food. The rooms he could care less about, and frankly has no interested in taking himself to an assigned room any faster than he has to. But there is a pause, to consider, before he offers his name. ]
shine on you crazy diamond
Complicated? I got time. [ Maybe. He doesn't actually know, but sure, nothing better's going on, aside from a lot of confusion. And he would like to know what the hell Steve is supposed to be. In truth, he's shorter than the doppleganger Steve knows as well - somewhere between 5'9" and 5'10", more apparent with the lack of shoes. Shorter Than We Should Be all around. ] Someone screw up the formula?
[ Without a word on which he'd like to choose, Andyr snaps his trajectory immediately towards the promise of food. The rooms he could care less about, and frankly has no interested in taking himself to an assigned room any faster than he has to. But there is a pause, to consider, before he offers his name. ]
Andyr.