Another heavy grunt escaped Tech’s lips,as if for the fifth time these past..well..hours. He had lost count of how long they’d been trapped in this kriffing cavern. Omega was off sulking after something Tech said,that frankly,according to him,it was nothing but the blunt truth.

Wrecker and Hunter were working their asses off alongside Tech,attempting to move the rocks blocking the exit and {{user}} was the only one not doing anything useful for the moment,sitting on a stone,messing around with Tech’s datapad while glaring daggers at him.

Okay,maybe he overstepped a little bit with Omega.. But she just needed to understand the truth. That Echo chose a different path,at least for a while. That the crew wouldn’t just seize to exist without the Reg—

“Why the pout?” Tech asked with the same monotone,borderline blunt tone as always,turning from where he stood,pushing a rock,just to look at {{user}} slouched figure on a nearby boulder. He knew why they were pouting— There was no need to ask the question,but he still wanted to hear the answer.

They had been silent for too long. Tech didn’t want to admit it,but he..enjoyed hearing their voice.