[The guy, who Keith figured was someone either made up OR someone who had reason to purposely mislead Lance into walking 1,000mi into no man's land. He hasn't asked Lance about work lately. How many people he's aggravated to date. Things to ask later on...
He's distracted by everything but the actual lagoon, as it provides enough light for some mutual appreciation. Lance steps ahead, and Keith lingers close behind -- just in case. Lance has some rights to wade in first, but if shit hits the fan...he has his knife on him. Somewhere. ;) hon hon hon.]
Yeah, mostly.
[He can, above all else, appreciate how isolated this place is. They're fortunate in no one else being around to appreciate it at the same time, either...unless there's a reason for that?!
Nnn.
A hand comes up to grab Lance by a shoulder; an autoresponse to his thoughts which bare no relevance. Uh--
no subject
He's distracted by everything but the actual lagoon, as it provides enough light for some mutual appreciation. Lance steps ahead, and Keith lingers close behind -- just in case. Lance has some rights to wade in first, but if shit hits the fan...he has his knife on him. Somewhere. ;) hon hon hon.]
Yeah, mostly.
[He can, above all else, appreciate how isolated this place is. They're fortunate in no one else being around to appreciate it at the same time, either...unless there's a reason for that?!
Nnn.
A hand comes up to grab Lance by a shoulder; an autoresponse to his thoughts which bare no relevance. Uh--
Go go gadget cover up:]
Don't walk in with your sandals on.