[Boba freezes. The tool slips out of his grip and clatters onto the floor.
The question makes him take stock. How is he feeling? Not dizzy. Tired, ache, and his head throbs dully. His brain feels like it's stuffed full of swirling clouds, like Bespin. The meal and a night's rest did Boba good but he needs more of both before he's going to be back to baseline.]
Fine.
[He wants to go back in the room and hide. Maybe make for the window.
He want to know what Miguel wants more, so he doesn't move. The crouching position isn't the most comfortable, but he can deal with it.]
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The question makes him take stock. How is he feeling? Not dizzy. Tired, ache, and his head throbs dully. His brain feels like it's stuffed full of swirling clouds, like Bespin. The meal and a night's rest did Boba good but he needs more of both before he's going to be back to baseline.]
Fine.
[He wants to go back in the room and hide. Maybe make for the window.
He want to know what Miguel wants more, so he doesn't move. The crouching position isn't the most comfortable, but he can deal with it.]