Steve Pocacchio was plucked days shy of his first physics-altering altercation in the Wilherser System, and void of his customized gear and powerful friends, it's not such a simple conclusion to jump to, but it was jumped to all the same: Keep moving!
Sometimes things followed rules he expected her guessed at, like how jumping from one floating platform in the direction of another got him there...but not always. He swallowed down on the nauseating waves of panic his body offered up – very little help in analysis and problem-solving, if you asked him.
Those he found on his way he made point to stop and check on, even if briefly, and with little aid to offer but an encouraging word and maybe a scrap of fabric for bandages. Sometimes, he found, it was enough to just hold a hand, grasp a shoulder...those kinds of connections were the sort his android body would've never let him understand; he could at least be grateful for that.
Floating in from the next disengaged chunk of concrete, he'd extend his arms where need be to slow or catch his movements to the next, and settle down to greet the next.
open.
Sometimes things followed rules he expected her guessed at, like how jumping from one floating platform in the direction of another got him there...but not always. He swallowed down on the nauseating waves of panic his body offered up – very little help in analysis and problem-solving, if you asked him.
Those he found on his way he made point to stop and check on, even if briefly, and with little aid to offer but an encouraging word and maybe a scrap of fabric for bandages. Sometimes, he found, it was enough to just hold a hand, grasp a shoulder...those kinds of connections were the sort his android body would've never let him understand; he could at least be grateful for that.
Floating in from the next disengaged chunk of concrete, he'd extend his arms where need be to slow or catch his movements to the next, and settle down to greet the next.
"Hello, there."