[Hux has found it's the small noises that are harder to keep from indulging in, more than words. The little, almost meaningless communication noises that came almost without thought and had to be stopped. He stops himself from a sound of agreement, following Ren's finger to the place suggested instead. It isn't far from existing sand paths, and the name makes it seem like a place that could prove useful.
He opens the math on his device, placing a note on the location, and traces the nearest streets back to the current sand paths.]
It should not take too long to collect enough sand for that trip. [He agrees, tracing the roads beyond it. One of the existing paths ended practically at the building according to the maps. It would not be difficult to extend it and then it was just a matter of getting into the building silently.]
We will need to work fast when we have enough sand for the further locations. If the last rain is anything to go on, the paths will not last for long and could be washed away at any moment. I would rather not see our work erased before it is completed.
[If they were going to collect enough sand to make the trip, they would need somewhere to store it. Hux's jaw locks together as he considers the options. Even with the assurance of his room and the work he had done to better sound proof it, he did not trust that things would remain untouched when he left the room. He would have to try and angle for more private quarters once he had built up more trust with the natives. An irritating task but not beyond his abilities.]
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He opens the math on his device, placing a note on the location, and traces the nearest streets back to the current sand paths.]
It should not take too long to collect enough sand for that trip. [He agrees, tracing the roads beyond it. One of the existing paths ended practically at the building according to the maps. It would not be difficult to extend it and then it was just a matter of getting into the building silently.]
We will need to work fast when we have enough sand for the further locations. If the last rain is anything to go on, the paths will not last for long and could be washed away at any moment. I would rather not see our work erased before it is completed.
[If they were going to collect enough sand to make the trip, they would need somewhere to store it. Hux's jaw locks together as he considers the options. Even with the assurance of his room and the work he had done to better sound proof it, he did not trust that things would remain untouched when he left the room. He would have to try and angle for more private quarters once he had built up more trust with the natives. An irritating task but not beyond his abilities.]