[Fukami nods, wordless, his mind admittedly on the ocean. With that heat, anything close to the blast would have been cooked alive... hardly a good fate. If he had been closer, or any others, they won't be communicating anytime soon.
...But enough of that dark thought.]
I'll come with you to check on supplies.
[Milling about is hardly something he wants to do right now.]
no subject
...But enough of that dark thought.]
I'll come with you to check on supplies.
[Milling about is hardly something he wants to do right now.]