Boba perks up a little when Dan mentions that Poinsettias are poisonous. That makes them even more fitting for the altar.
He waits for Dan to reach the door before moving to follow.
"Poisonous how?" If there's a potential resource in the compound, he wants to know. He isn't the best at synthesizing toxins, but he can take an existing compound and concentrate it, and he knows how to make darts. If he could just make some sort of dart gun without Miguel noticing...
He makes sure Miguel is coming too before following Dan down the hall. He doesn't want to be alone with a stranger while his arms are full.
"How much sunlight does your planet usually get, then?"
Boba's been out in the galaxy for a few years, but he's spent the last few months-- maybe a year, he's not really sure-- in a high security prison. When he got here, it was the first time he'd seen the sky in a long time, but he was used to it. On Kamino, where he grew up, the storms were practically constant. Even when it wasn't raining, it was usually cloudy. Sunlight was rare.
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He waits for Dan to reach the door before moving to follow.
"Poisonous how?" If there's a potential resource in the compound, he wants to know. He isn't the best at synthesizing toxins, but he can take an existing compound and concentrate it, and he knows how to make darts. If he could just make some sort of dart gun without Miguel noticing...
He makes sure Miguel is coming too before following Dan down the hall. He doesn't want to be alone with a stranger while his arms are full.
"How much sunlight does your planet usually get, then?"
Boba's been out in the galaxy for a few years, but he's spent the last few months-- maybe a year, he's not really sure-- in a high security prison. When he got here, it was the first time he'd seen the sky in a long time, but he was used to it. On Kamino, where he grew up, the storms were practically constant. Even when it wasn't raining, it was usually cloudy. Sunlight was rare.