[ Bellamy approaches from Chris' side, shaking his head and glancing around the lobby as if he's just completed a similar scan of the place. Early twenties—too young to be this cynical and gruff. He carries himself like a soldier, shoulders broad and straight, held slightly forward like a rifle belongs in his hands, but instead they're just impotently clenching and releasing at his side. ]
I've never seen anything like it.
[ Civilization. Real civilization. It's not like the Ark or Mount Weather. This is what humanity used to look like before they'd been forced into space. And somehow, that's more unsettling than anything else. ]
lobby
[ Bellamy approaches from Chris' side, shaking his head and glancing around the lobby as if he's just completed a similar scan of the place. Early twenties—too young to be this cynical and gruff. He carries himself like a soldier, shoulders broad and straight, held slightly forward like a rifle belongs in his hands, but instead they're just impotently clenching and releasing at his side. ]
I've never seen anything like it.
[ Civilization. Real civilization. It's not like the Ark or Mount Weather. This is what humanity used to look like before they'd been forced into space. And somehow, that's more unsettling than anything else. ]