[His eyebrows lift, and for a second he's torn if he should express . . . anything, actually. All he knows about Madrigal is broadcasts and news feeds, the seared-in sense memory of still rooms and tense conversations. It was a place he'd never thought of until it suddenly wasn't, and unless he's made a pretty big move since then . . .
He pokes at his food, finally deciding that the casserole-type thing looks like a good place to start.]
So, uh. Still in the outer colonies, or did you move inward?
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[His eyebrows lift, and for a second he's torn if he should express . . . anything, actually. All he knows about Madrigal is broadcasts and news feeds, the seared-in sense memory of still rooms and tense conversations. It was a place he'd never thought of until it suddenly wasn't, and unless he's made a pretty big move since then . . .
He pokes at his food, finally deciding that the casserole-type thing looks like a good place to start.]
So, uh. Still in the outer colonies, or did you move inward?