[He goes ahead and takes it from her, folds it up and stashes it away in his pocket. He's always got just enough room in those pockets of his. Benefits of knowing what he knows, remembering what he was able to remember. Can't quite negate space and time the way the old man could (should? would? is? fuck but if there isn't a real proper syntax to refer to stuff like this), but he can bend it around a little. 'Bout all he can ask for. Anything more would be, uh...not good, he's thinkin'.
His grin twists slightly, ruefully.]
Ripped up across space and time and still makin' life hell for us, huh?
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His grin twists slightly, ruefully.]
Ripped up across space and time and still makin' life hell for us, huh?