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[A rather stiff looking man appears on the video feed, handling the little device fairly easily for new arrival. There's a heavy frown on his face and one hand is rubbing almost anxiously at his neck. His clothing (what can be seen of it, anyway) is a bit dated, but overall he seems very well put together. Very neat.]
Supervisor? [He squares his shoulders and drops his hand to his side.] Status, please.
[There's a determined twist to his mouth that warns of much arguing to come, but then his stomach chooses to rumble in a most timely manner, loud enough to place on the seismic scale, and Allen's expression just... crumbles. The bar gets picked up without another word, so he can use the pretext of examining the wrapper to hide his face. His frustration with his appetite and how it might affect everyone may be weighing on him more than he's been letting on.]
[Allen gets a knowing look at that growl before Link goes back to counting his supplies. The bar really will taste like cardboard when Allen finally tastes it, but it's fortified with all the daily nutrition a person could need. Quite convenient.]
[Allen doesn't comment on the taste beyond a slight grimace upon his first bite. He eats the rest of it at a measured pace quite unlike his characteristic gobbling -- to salvage his dignity, perhaps --, saving and tossing the last bite to Timcanpy. His smile's back in place by the time he balls up the empty wrapper and dusts his hands off.]
Yes, all the other rooms on this floor are. The one next to mine is quite heavily damaged.
[Glances down at the crumpled wrapper.] What did you just feed me, by the way?
[...Looks quite aghast at this new bit of information.]
That's all? But it--[tastes atrocious. He shakes his head once, then regards Link with slightly narrowed eyes drawn tight at the corners.]
...Given to eat, you say? Have they-- Have they been treating you decently? [He's giving Link a critical once-over of his own now, albeit much more indirectly.]
Not particularly. [He doesn't seem bothered, but he's rather desensitized by this point. Ration bars have been the norm for a long time, and Link looks healthy enough. Maybe a little more tired around the eyes than he should be.]
We're occasionally given access to other supplies, but the bars are sustaining enough.
[...First Kanda, then himself, and now Link. Allen is now mostly convinced this is the Link he knows, and that the sands of Jordan are irrevocably cursed.]
...That's the last thing I remember too. I hope Tokusa and Madarao made it back to camp.
[Link nods simply. It's better not to speak sometimes, and he's never been the best liar. If Allen doesn't know what happened to the camp, Link's not going to be the one to tell him. Not while they're stuck here.]
[That might've worked better if Allen wasn't a seasoned user of selective silence himself. However, it is true that there's nothing they can do about it here, so he simply hopes the silence is an I don't know, makes an agreeable sound, and keeps smiling.]
Well then. [squares his shoulders] Shall we see about that fire?
Yes. [He turns for the door, tucking his talismans into the front pocket of his mostly dry shirt before glancing back over his shoulder to make sure Allen's following.]
[Hurrah! Allen can be good at these things, but only when he wants to be.
Link is... going to be met with a faceful of Timcanpy instead. Tim has missed you and his very special perch on your head, frowny man. If it's any comfort, his young master is indeed trailing a few steps behind.]
[A rather stiff looking man appears on the video feed, handling the little device fairly easily for new arrival. There's a heavy frown on his face and one hand is rubbing almost anxiously at his neck. His clothing (what can be seen of it, anyway) is a bit dated, but overall he seems very well put together. Very neat.]
Supervisor? [He squares his shoulders and drops his hand to his side.] Status, please.
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We should split it. I still have some food stocked up, but there isn't much left.
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I have another, plus a few more things. Eat.
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...Thank you.
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... You said the room next door is unoccupied?
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Yes, all the other rooms on this floor are. The one next to mine is quite heavily damaged.
[Glances down at the crumpled wrapper.] What did you just feed me, by the way?
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A ration bar. Those are all we were given to eat in my previous location.
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That's all? But it--[tastes atrocious. He shakes his head once, then regards Link with slightly narrowed eyes drawn tight at the corners.]
...Given to eat, you say? Have they-- Have they been treating you decently? [He's giving Link a critical once-over of his own now, albeit much more indirectly.]
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We're occasionally given access to other supplies, but the bars are sustaining enough.
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[But he's slightly reassured that Link looks outwardly healthy. Slightly.]
...What's the last thing you remember about our world? You said you've been away for 21 months, but I haven't even known you that long.
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... The mission in Jordan. We were separated.
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...That's the last thing I remember too. I hope Tokusa and Madarao made it back to camp.
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Well then. [squares his shoulders] Shall we see about that fire?
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Yes. [He turns for the door, tucking his talismans into the front pocket of his mostly dry shirt before glancing back over his shoulder to make sure Allen's following.]
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Link is... going to be met with a faceful of Timcanpy instead. Tim has missed you and his very special perch on your head, frowny man. If it's any comfort, his young master is indeed trailing a few steps behind.]
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