Tarn's own optics narrow thoughtfully as Vos speaks, his helm tilting slightly.
"Perhaps."
His hand slips to Vos's helm, thumb gently tracing the smooth angles of his faceplates. For a few moments he's silent, almost contemplative, and then he hums.
"We have quite a bit of time before we reach the next target."
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"Perhaps."
His hand slips to Vos's helm, thumb gently tracing the smooth angles of his faceplates. For a few moments he's silent, almost contemplative, and then he hums.
"We have quite a bit of time before we reach the next target."