[Kyle moves in front of him, and concentrates on a pair of matching hovercars. He's not in the mood for a race, but he won't say no to one. He gestures to Jim to hop in, and his shoulder aches: the uniform's torn a bit more. Kyle reaches to brush it lightly. Now, he's sure it's been seen.
Quietly:] Prisoner of war. Just before I got here.
[Because he senses that there'll be a question, and it's honesty hour with them anyway.]
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Quietly:] Prisoner of war. Just before I got here.
[Because he senses that there'll be a question, and it's honesty hour with them anyway.]