[ Boba has, in fact, noticed the resemblance of the armored figure next to him to a certain half-clone he may or may have not met in a certain Sylphid simulation. Of course, there's no guarantee that this is the same person: it could just be someone in similar armor or the version he met could have simply been simulated and this one a stranger. In either case, it's been a secondary concern to the question of the acid-based security system, so he hasn't yet brought it up. ]
If we hear it.
[ It's a small sound, easy to miss if one isn't paying attention—or if there's other noise competing for attention. ]
Quietly, then. No chatter between sprays. Call it if you hear it—or if you think you do.
[ With that, Boba falls silent, waiting for a break in the acid spray. He's never been much of a conversationalist, certainly not when he's focused on a mission. A second passes. Then another—
The path ahead abruptly clears as the spray shuts off. ]
Go.
[ It's a straight shot before the tunnels veer off at the end of the hall. Boba focuses on making it to that first turn, starting at a dead sprint. He might not trust himself to accurately distinguish between 44 seconds and 45, but the count up to at least twenty should be safe enough to push. ]
no subject
If we hear it.
[ It's a small sound, easy to miss if one isn't paying attention—or if there's other noise competing for attention. ]
Quietly, then. No chatter between sprays. Call it if you hear it—or if you think you do.
[ With that, Boba falls silent, waiting for a break in the acid spray. He's never been much of a conversationalist, certainly not when he's focused on a mission. A second passes. Then another—
The path ahead abruptly clears as the spray shuts off. ]
Go.
[ It's a straight shot before the tunnels veer off at the end of the hall. Boba focuses on making it to that first turn, starting at a dead sprint. He might not trust himself to accurately distinguish between 44 seconds and 45, but the count up to at least twenty should be safe enough to push. ]