[And there's a young man a few feet away, frowning and not really looking directly at anything. He's skinny, hunches slightly and his hands move in front of his face, the gestures odd but very specific. And he's quoting various npc posts and comments as he sees them, even if he isn't reading the device in his hand. In fact, he's ignoring it as best as possible.]
'No. Not this again. I hate these weekends. They're 2 much.' '2' is a number. Not a word.
'Mom? Mom, are you here? Anyone from home? I'm...' No, that's boring.
[Seriously. Check the device. They're on the network now. And his hand waves something away before he looks at his device, completely ignoring Mister Ryan.] Doctor Rosen. Doctor Rosen, this isn't New York. All the signals are wrong and I can't find anyone. What happened?
[A pause, another brief frown before his expression shifts and he speaks again.] Nina? Cameron. Bill, if this was you...
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npcposts and comments as he sees them, even if he isn't reading the device in his hand. In fact, he's ignoring it as best as possible.]'No. Not this again. I hate these weekends. They're 2 much.' '2' is a number. Not a word.
'Mom? Mom, are you here? Anyone from home? I'm...' No, that's boring.
[Seriously. Check the device. They're on the network now. And his hand waves something away before he looks at his device, completely ignoring Mister Ryan.] Doctor Rosen. Doctor Rosen, this isn't New York. All the signals are wrong and I can't find anyone. What happened?
[A pause, another brief frown before his expression shifts and he speaks again.] Nina? Cameron. Bill, if this was you...