"We're under the mouth of Moss River...?" Russell echoes, in a faintly lost tone. He hasn't connected all the details yet - his superpowers don't seem to include enhanced memory or deductive reasoning - but he can already tell, he'll need some fortification when he connects the dots. He grabs one of those protein bars and cram it in his face, and settles down the better to check on the network as well.
Nel's question draws his attention up to the end of the dance of the mice. The little gesture at the end is admittedly adorable, but the information conveyed is too much.
"What? No. I was right? But, no. The sharks swim up the river this far, as if... they're looking for something. And there was something else with the mouth of the river, what was it." He shakes his head at the world, and grabs that pen to start asking the others.
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Nel's question draws his attention up to the end of the dance of the mice. The little gesture at the end is admittedly adorable, but the information conveyed is too much.
"What? No. I was right? But, no. The sharks swim up the river this far, as if... they're looking for something. And there was something else with the mouth of the river, what was it." He shakes his head at the world, and grabs that pen to start asking the others.