He's shaking, hard. It's difficult to breathe through the panic but Merrin is there, reassuring and firm. When she says it, Cal believes her. But he's also so aware of what they can do. He can't let them hurt her the way they'd hurt him - and they would if they didn't kill her first, they need to move.
"I have a tracker. Right under, it's in my neck - you might have to disable or have it removed so they can't follow us... it was how they kept track while on missions." It would be a few days until he was due to be picked up, the need wasn't pressing yet but the sooner it was dealt with the better.
BD-1 chirps a reply from next to him, he'd almost forgotten the droid's presence but he'd given them space for their reunion... now he was perhaps annoyed with being left out of the conversation. He hops, whirring out a reply. He was with Merrin; they'd have to go through him too!
"Thanks bud." Merrin, BD. They're looking out for him. It stirs something familiar in his chest, more long since forgotten memories of being cared for and protected. It eases the panic slightly.
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"I have a tracker. Right under, it's in my neck - you might have to disable or have it removed so they can't follow us... it was how they kept track while on missions." It would be a few days until he was due to be picked up, the need wasn't pressing yet but the sooner it was dealt with the better.
BD-1 chirps a reply from next to him, he'd almost forgotten the droid's presence but he'd given them space for their reunion... now he was perhaps annoyed with being left out of the conversation. He hops, whirring out a reply. He was with Merrin; they'd have to go through him too!
"Thanks bud." Merrin, BD. They're looking out for him. It stirs something familiar in his chest, more long since forgotten memories of being cared for and protected. It eases the panic slightly.
"You mentioned... getting cleaned up?"