[He should be able to rely on his infrared or nightvision settings for his eyes...but instead, he's left to fumble in the dark no different than a normal human. Something he's forced to do slowly anyway with the hemp rope-wrapped injury to his knee and walking stick, at least. It's rough going...but more importantly: he could out-stubborn god on a bad day and it hasn't really been getting better. So on he goes.
The bob of fire through the foliage is both welcome and trips that little paranoid part of him that's still waiting for the other shoe to drop; for the evil scientists or cyborgs or government agency who're masterminding this whole thing. It leaves him hesitating, posture tense and fingers tight on the stick that split second before Ben's voice calls out to him. He relaxes that little bit again and waves his other hand.]
You sound pretty rough. You catch some island bug?
[Jet limps his way to meet him and offers his free hand in greeting.]
no subject
The bob of fire through the foliage is both welcome and trips that little paranoid part of him that's still waiting for the other shoe to drop; for the evil scientists or cyborgs or government agency who're masterminding this whole thing. It leaves him hesitating, posture tense and fingers tight on the stick that split second before Ben's voice calls out to him. He relaxes that little bit again and waves his other hand.]
You sound pretty rough. You catch some island bug?
[Jet limps his way to meet him and offers his free hand in greeting.]
Sorry I couldn't come meet you sooner.