The distraction seems to be working. Before long he's focusing more on her explanation than the feeling of something tight around his neck--
it's not teeth, it's not teeth
--and the puzzle of their whereabouts takes center stage. He doesn't even realize that he's started breathing almost normally again.
"Space? No, I've... I've never been." His voice is a little hoarse, after choking, with a pronounced Irish accent. "I was coming from somewhere else. We were supposed to be going home. I--" He blinks and then offers a surprisingly charming smile, given that he's just come back from the edge of panic.
"Erskine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mei. And thank you, for...." He gestures vaguely toward himself, the necktie.
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it's not teeth, it's not teeth
--and the puzzle of their whereabouts takes center stage. He doesn't even realize that he's started breathing almost normally again.
"Space? No, I've... I've never been." His voice is a little hoarse, after choking, with a pronounced Irish accent. "I was coming from somewhere else. We were supposed to be going home. I--" He blinks and then offers a surprisingly charming smile, given that he's just come back from the edge of panic.
"Erskine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mei. And thank you, for...." He gestures vaguely toward himself, the necktie.