To Yussa's credit, he takes in the mess of his workroom impassively. And it is only a couple centuries of experience that keeps him from visibly blushing as he recalls - far more vividly than he expected - exactly how it ended up this way.
"Indeed," he says with a dry amusement. It speaks to their personalities, he thinks, that even in the heat of the moment there was some attempt to preserve notes and samples. Yussa sweeps over to the large work table and makes a quick gesture over his clothes. They disappear and he turns his attention to the mess-not-mess on the table. No ink spilled, no components knocked over, so there's that at least.
"Best I think to lay the notes out, we can piece them together." Hopefully. Though Yussa can at least follow his own train of thought across several pages, once he's found where it started.
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"Indeed," he says with a dry amusement. It speaks to their personalities, he thinks, that even in the heat of the moment there was some attempt to preserve notes and samples. Yussa sweeps over to the large work table and makes a quick gesture over his clothes. They disappear and he turns his attention to the mess-not-mess on the table. No ink spilled, no components knocked over, so there's that at least.
"Best I think to lay the notes out, we can piece them together." Hopefully. Though Yussa can at least follow his own train of thought across several pages, once he's found where it started.