[Junpei resists answering for a while, but finally, he turns to her again with a long, measured--measuring, perhaps--look. He sighs, puts his fork down, and folds his arms on the table.]
Like I said. Maybe.
[He draws his index finger through the air in a circle to indicate--well, all of this. The space station, the kill-or-be-killed scenario, the PIPs attached to their arms insolubly.]
no subject
Like I said. Maybe.
[He draws his index finger through the air in a circle to indicate--well, all of this. The space station, the kill-or-be-killed scenario, the PIPs attached to their arms insolubly.]
I "participated" in something like this before.