[Josias has spent far too long learning people - their movements, their expressions, their expectations and the patterns they fell into - not to notice the oddness of the station's residents. He hadn't, perhaps, expected the danger connected to it, but he'd adapted quickly enough once it became clear that anyone falling out of step with their synchronised motions would be corrected. Anticipating what exactly it was each individual part was expected to do was impossible, but he could estimate enough to get by - mimic the movements, the bland, smiling facial expression. Walk on the streets long enough to move between one hiding spot to another, between one storeroom to another unlocked residency. He sees fellow passengers caught amongst groups of the station's drones - and that was a good word for them, wasn't it - but there was strength in numbers, and Josias was just one man. Maybe people would blame him for not doing enough to help, but he could see no point in adding one more number to the captured, and he wasn't going to waste time having the moral debate with himself.
He concentrates on blending in, on slipping into the storerooms to steal the few things he can comfortably take with him and feels may be useful in the future, on keeping careful track of his position so he can return to the shuttles quickly.
It's as he's leaving one building, closing the door quietly behind him, that he notices her. Moving in the opposite direction from where they've been taking everyone, looking harried and scared. An escape? She wasn't going to get far, moving like that. It's a moment of consideration, keeping his skin over helping another, before he makes his way over the street - checking there are none of the station's residents nearby - approaching her carefully.]
no subject
He concentrates on blending in, on slipping into the storerooms to steal the few things he can comfortably take with him and feels may be useful in the future, on keeping careful track of his position so he can return to the shuttles quickly.
It's as he's leaving one building, closing the door quietly behind him, that he notices her. Moving in the opposite direction from where they've been taking everyone, looking harried and scared. An escape? She wasn't going to get far, moving like that. It's a moment of consideration, keeping his skin over helping another, before he makes his way over the street - checking there are none of the station's residents nearby - approaching her carefully.]
You got away?