[ So far, Drake's had no luck finding anyone who's been here longer than a day. There aren't many people here and everyone else seems to have just woken up, too, which means this little welcome party isn't going to be as useful for info gathering as he'd hoped. They're just going to have to keep exploring, search for records, probably do some maintenance around the city to get things back in working order and put the pieces together... it's going to take time, and they're completely on their own. These robots really don't seem able to answer any questions, they're just carrying out their designated tasks. While Ben site and picks at his food, Drake is attempting to interrogate the last of them, the one with the fireworks. Just like all the others, he gets nothing out of it and backs away looking mildly frustrated.
He winds up dropping his duffel on a bench beside Ben's planter but then hesitates before sitting himself... there's food, and he should probably eat something since he's been wandering for hours. And really, the way his stomach grumbles at the thought reminds him that this situation could be much worse -- he could still be a zombie. At least he won't have to worry about hurting anyone or losing his mind. But instead of heading straight for the refreshments table Drake looks over at Ben, who seems to be keeping to himself very deliberately. Maybe he just doesn't like people? Or maybe he's having a silent breakdown, Drake saw plenty of those in his two years in Hadriel's unofficial welcome wagon. He thinks he might be able to achieve two things at once here: check in on someone who might be having a hard time, and get information about the robots' offerings. ]
Hey. Is that any good?
[ Not his smoothest icebreaker ever, but hey, he's trying. ]
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He winds up dropping his duffel on a bench beside Ben's planter but then hesitates before sitting himself... there's food, and he should probably eat something since he's been wandering for hours. And really, the way his stomach grumbles at the thought reminds him that this situation could be much worse -- he could still be a zombie. At least he won't have to worry about hurting anyone or losing his mind. But instead of heading straight for the refreshments table Drake looks over at Ben, who seems to be keeping to himself very deliberately. Maybe he just doesn't like people? Or maybe he's having a silent breakdown, Drake saw plenty of those in his two years in Hadriel's unofficial welcome wagon. He thinks he might be able to achieve two things at once here: check in on someone who might be having a hard time, and get information about the robots' offerings. ]
Hey. Is that any good?
[ Not his smoothest icebreaker ever, but hey, he's trying. ]