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[agnominal]

[ There's a perplexed looking young man in view of the screen. Anyone familiar with Locus will probably recognize him, but something's definitely different. That tell-tale x-shaped scar? Gone. His hair is shorter, hanging just below his jaw. Moreover, his eyes don't quite hold that thousand-yard-stare to them just yet.

He looks, well. Teenaged.

He's also holding Luna up to view. She's purring heavily, but he appears bewildered by her presence, if anything. ]

Does anyone know whose cat this is? I just...found her here when I woke up.

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[agnominal]

We moved further in, like the rest of the refugees.

[ He gives a light shrug. ]

We were luckier than most. We moved a lot but we had a roof over our heads wherever we went. My mother made sure I got to go to school, or had books to read if there wasn't one around. I know some families that had it worse.

[nofortunateson]

Yeah, I bet.

[He at least has enough sense to intuit that lingering on it is going to make things weird - weirder than their situation already is, even. For all that Sam has been following along, it's easy to take his lead in turn and just be cool about it, and he gives a hint of a smile as he thinks through the last several hours.]

I guess I'm less surprised by how calm you've been through all of this.

[agnominal]

It's all very...weird. Don't get me wrong. But I don't really see how making a fuss is going to change anything.

[ There's a wry quirk at the corner of his mouth. ]

Easier to keep a cool head and see what happens next.