Very nearly does Fox respond with a masterful I'm what? before common sense reaches up and gives his hindbrain a yank. Granted, it means he says "Oh," instead, likely giving the impression of hot but not much upstairs to his new acquaintance. At least he can answer the question about the ROUS with more than a single word, though having an in depth discussion about rats isn't exactly the peak of conversational excellence.
"Hunting them," he clarifies, nodding over his shoulder back towards where, beyond the trees, one could spy a few farmhouses in the distance. "Got a job back there to deal with a pack of ROUS. They've been hassling the farmhands." And you, clearly. "How far away were they, do you remember?"
Already slinging his bag back over his shoulder, hazel eyes widen to hear that the man before him is more medic than Fox will ever be, and he scoffs out a laugh. "Well, don't let me tell you how to do your job," he says. "And it does, yeah. For the record, it does work on me now." Because he did used to be an Ascended, for his sins. "I'm Fox, by the way."
"Hunting them," he clarifies, nodding over his shoulder back towards where, beyond the trees, one could spy a few farmhouses in the distance. "Got a job back there to deal with a pack of ROUS. They've been hassling the farmhands." And you, clearly. "How far away were they, do you remember?"
Already slinging his bag back over his shoulder, hazel eyes widen to hear that the man before him is more medic than Fox will ever be, and he scoffs out a laugh. "Well, don't let me tell you how to do your job," he says. "And it does, yeah. For the record, it does work on me now." Because he did used to be an Ascended, for his sins. "I'm Fox, by the way."
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
