[Okay, this? This is something Tony had been kind of fearing since he started realizing there were a ton of kids running around the ship. But as soon as he hears that voice - not as scared as it is in his memory, seared in through a telepathic touch - it has him looking up, pushing his chair across the room to pick up his communicator, to peer down at the image on the screen and...
Yeah. It's Erik. Speaking German, a language he's been lazily researching and reading up on since that info dump Charles had done. His accent is bad, but he knows the words well enough.]
You're outside of the Schutzstaffel's reach right now, don't worry kid. And yeah, the helmet? Yours. Same with the room, I think.
video/private;
Yeah. It's Erik. Speaking German, a language he's been lazily researching and reading up on since that info dump Charles had done. His accent is bad, but he knows the words well enough.]
You're outside of the Schutzstaffel's reach right now, don't worry kid. And yeah, the helmet? Yours. Same with the room, I think.
You run into an annoying British kid yet?
[God. Why is he being nice to you?]