[ Under normal circumstances, that entire exchange would’ve made him laugh -- at the moment, though, it goes largely unnoticed. ]
Huh? There's-- there's nothing to really talk about.
[ It's not a lie, since he really doesn't know what it is that has him so on edge. It's not as though he's getting dropped off at Gramps' house or something, not as though he has to explain why he's been gone twenty-six years, when he could’ve come back at any time within the past sixteen and hasn’t.
He picks up one of his blasters and a small tool, fiddles with the calibration. ]
no subject
Huh? There's-- there's nothing to really talk about.
[ It's not a lie, since he really doesn't know what it is that has him so on edge. It's not as though he's getting dropped off at Gramps' house or something, not as though he has to explain why he's been gone twenty-six years, when he could’ve come back at any time within the past sixteen and hasn’t.
He picks up one of his blasters and a small tool, fiddles with the calibration. ]
Just another mission, right?