Ray watches him with tired interest, pursing his lips in thought. "Do you even know what you have in here?" he asks, watching him open the packaging and take out slippers (and, admittedly, Ray is somehow quite honored that he's been given such a privilege.)
But he wants to be out and dry, now, so he nods and pushes himself up out of the water, a little unsteady and a little sleepy. Coherent, though. Cognizant. The important things, those are all intact - he knows who and where he is, when he is, what happened - he's lost nothing, thanks to Gideon and his team. He wants to ask a hundred thousand questions about the technology, but that can wait.
Really, the most concerning part is that he doesn't seem to be fussed about privacy, but that's something he'll think about later, too. "Pretty amazing," he says, as he steps out and steadies himself on the edge and on Rip's shoulder (and gets him wet, in the process,) "how much you don't feel like yourself when you're that dirty."
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But he wants to be out and dry, now, so he nods and pushes himself up out of the water, a little unsteady and a little sleepy. Coherent, though. Cognizant. The important things, those are all intact - he knows who and where he is, when he is, what happened - he's lost nothing, thanks to Gideon and his team. He wants to ask a hundred thousand questions about the technology, but that can wait.
Really, the most concerning part is that he doesn't seem to be fussed about privacy, but that's something he'll think about later, too. "Pretty amazing," he says, as he steps out and steadies himself on the edge and on Rip's shoulder (and gets him wet, in the process,) "how much you don't feel like yourself when you're that dirty."