"A few people at the landing zone were working with them, but I wasn't sure about trusting it." Kengo's tone gave away that he'd suspected the worst case scenario upon seeing something strapped to his wrist that hadn't been there before. Worst case scenario options? That it had been some sort of tracking device, or a collar of sorts to keep everyone in one place. When ending up so far away from home at a moment's notice, it didn't seem strange to think such outrageous ideas.
Stepping away from the center of the hallway, Kengo moved to stand closer to the wall, though he kept a few feet between them. Staying off to the side was better than risking keeping himself in plain view. He switched the case he was holding to his other hand, not wanting to let go of it any time soon, but knowing he would need at least one hand free to attempt to work this new system.
"Omni-tool is an appropriate name, then." Those terms were enough for Kengo to understand, thankfully. Still, the technology for this place was slightly over his head at the moment purely because he hadn't had time to talk about it with anyone or study it himself. "I already know it works as a translator, even when it's not active. ... other than that, I haven't taken the time to work with it or study it."
It was almost embarrassing to talk to someone so casually, but he felt more comfortable with the feeling he had from this person than anyone else he'd walked by so far, so it was worth forcing himself to get information. Gentarou would have been disappointed in him if he kept completely to himself.
"If the information I've heard is true, this world is one hundred and seventy-five years ahead of where I came from. I have quite a bit of catching up to do." For someone who had discovered this information, Kengo seemed surprisingly calm, but years of studying space and its mechanics made him believe a lot of things most humans wouldn't.
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Stepping away from the center of the hallway, Kengo moved to stand closer to the wall, though he kept a few feet between them. Staying off to the side was better than risking keeping himself in plain view. He switched the case he was holding to his other hand, not wanting to let go of it any time soon, but knowing he would need at least one hand free to attempt to work this new system.
"Omni-tool is an appropriate name, then." Those terms were enough for Kengo to understand, thankfully. Still, the technology for this place was slightly over his head at the moment purely because he hadn't had time to talk about it with anyone or study it himself. "I already know it works as a translator, even when it's not active. ... other than that, I haven't taken the time to work with it or study it."
It was almost embarrassing to talk to someone so casually, but he felt more comfortable with the feeling he had from this person than anyone else he'd walked by so far, so it was worth forcing himself to get information. Gentarou would have been disappointed in him if he kept completely to himself.
"If the information I've heard is true, this world is one hundred and seventy-five years ahead of where I came from. I have quite a bit of catching up to do." For someone who had discovered this information, Kengo seemed surprisingly calm, but years of studying space and its mechanics made him believe a lot of things most humans wouldn't.