[You know. Somehow. Somehow, he feels like he should have expected this. Twice now he's offered help to someone, and twice now they're actually living in the same house as he is. It's almost like it's not a coincidence.
At least there's the agreement with the Mandalorian to round things off. It takes him only a moment, blissfully useful things that his headphones are, to realise that he's hearing someone's attempt in real-time. And, in so doing, he can register that the voice is what he would have expected - that is, Silas talks exactly the same as he types.]
... Hm.
[The exhaled noise is a private one, as he rises from where he's been staring at the phone and comparing data to something on his HUD between responses, and he tucks the former into his pocket and pushes himself to his feet, leaving the quiet solitude of his otherwise empty room to go... well, assist his poor housemate. How they haven't run into each other since the clinic, who knows.]
{... Having some trouble with that?}
[The voice is, naturally, much louder and more immediate than Silas might be expecting, and he raises a hand in greeting when he steps into the hallway. At least it's convenient, he supposes, and the poor druid isn't left chattering into a voice recorder that can't even hear him. Sur...prise?]
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At least there's the agreement with the Mandalorian to round things off. It takes him only a moment, blissfully useful things that his headphones are, to realise that he's hearing someone's attempt in real-time. And, in so doing, he can register that the voice is what he would have expected - that is, Silas talks exactly the same as he types.]
... Hm.
[The exhaled noise is a private one, as he rises from where he's been staring at the phone and comparing data to something on his HUD between responses, and he tucks the former into his pocket and pushes himself to his feet, leaving the quiet solitude of his otherwise empty room to go... well, assist his poor housemate. How they haven't run into each other since the clinic, who knows.]
{... Having some trouble with that?}
[The voice is, naturally, much louder and more immediate than Silas might be expecting, and he raises a hand in greeting when he steps into the hallway. At least it's convenient, he supposes, and the poor druid isn't left chattering into a voice recorder that can't even hear him. Sur...prise?]