[Gene nods and heads to his room, stopping in front of the door and-
Yeah, it's definitely familiar.
He unlocks the door sort of hesitantly and steps inside, staring at his bedroom. His bedroom from home, which he hasn't seen in well over a year by now, maybe closer to two, and he hesitates in the hallway for a long moment before slowly stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
It's like walking into a memory, and he suddenly feels very much like a ghost, a stranger in his own room. Like all of this belongs to someone else, and he's just a filthy, bloodied intruder, and for a long moment, all he can do is stand and stare.
So it takes a little longer than a second while he takes it all in, but then he spots his seabag tucked in a corner, complete with a spare, clean set of dungarees, a new t-shirt, socks, everything but his boondockers, so he puts them on and carefully folds up his tattered, worn set on the floor next to the bag. He'll have to see if he can wash them, or maybe they should just get thrown out.
And although there's a moment where he almost considers leaving his belt, rifle, and sidearm in here, but he steps back out into the hallway with all three, plus his helmet. Isaac's still waiting, and Gene does his best not to let on how badly shaken he's feeling, even though he knows it's probably not working.]
Deck One, you said? [The Navy slang comes out out of habit because, well. They're on a ship.]
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Yeah, it's definitely familiar.
He unlocks the door sort of hesitantly and steps inside, staring at his bedroom. His bedroom from home, which he hasn't seen in well over a year by now, maybe closer to two, and he hesitates in the hallway for a long moment before slowly stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
It's like walking into a memory, and he suddenly feels very much like a ghost, a stranger in his own room. Like all of this belongs to someone else, and he's just a filthy, bloodied intruder, and for a long moment, all he can do is stand and stare.
So it takes a little longer than a second while he takes it all in, but then he spots his seabag tucked in a corner, complete with a spare, clean set of dungarees, a new t-shirt, socks, everything but his boondockers, so he puts them on and carefully folds up his tattered, worn set on the floor next to the bag. He'll have to see if he can wash them, or maybe they should just get thrown out.
And although there's a moment where he almost considers leaving his belt, rifle, and sidearm in here, but he steps back out into the hallway with all three, plus his helmet. Isaac's still waiting, and Gene does his best not to let on how badly shaken he's feeling, even though he knows it's probably not working.]
Deck One, you said? [The Navy slang comes out out of habit because, well. They're on a ship.]