[ His hair is on-end and he hasn't shaved in a couple of days, leaving him looking tired and grizzled as deft hands work the instruments in his hands, building new comm-links. Alarms, really. He looks hunted, run ragged by his search efforts and not entirely certain he cares.
He glances up and sees her through the glass, waiting a moment before reluctantly opening the doors. He nods her in, sitting up enough to fold his arms. ]
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He glances up and sees her through the glass, waiting a moment before reluctantly opening the doors. He nods her in, sitting up enough to fold his arms. ]