[ Stiles immediately takes the papers and starts to flip through them. This place looks like a nightmare but he's imagining it sort of like the station back in Beacon Hills, long destroyed; like a second home. The familiar schematics, the terms, the officers walking up and down the hallways...it's the kind of thing Stiles could get used to.
Listening attentively-ish, Stiles cranes his head and looks around as they walk, feeling like he's totally allowed to look like a tourist, until John says-- ] Oh my god, you guys have a kaiju heart?!
[ If he could light up any more, Stiles could be used to power a jaeger--a heart was the kind of thing he'd been hoping to get his hands on for his research. He'd been trying to understand Kaiju blood since the day it killed his mother, but without any understanding of it's circulatory system, it was pretty much useless. Grinning and stuffing the papers messily into his pockets, he jams his hands in after. ] I gotta see it like yesterday, dude, oh my god.
[ Reaching to calmly snag the sleeve of Stiles' button down while he's looking at the papers, John brings him into the spacious elevator and watches the doors close as he digs around in his pockets to try and find the temporary pass he got for Stiles to use as he milled around the base. But once they're off the elevators, he shrugs it off since the kid's gonna be on his heels for a while.
It's when his attention whips and focuses on the heart that he offers him a bit of a crooked smile. ] It's not beating-- we couldn't get it operational again due to being too damaged-- but I think you're gonna shit yourself over it anyways.
[ He remembers the thesis, remembers reading the fierce determination in his words even before he'd seen Stiles in person. He hoped that the heart could help, that they could get something for him that would work. ] Let's drop your shit off, then we can head down. [ A glance at his papers tell him which way he needs to go, before he's coming to a stop outside one of the many doors of the hall. ]
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Listening attentively-ish, Stiles cranes his head and looks around as they walk, feeling like he's totally allowed to look like a tourist, until John says-- ] Oh my god, you guys have a kaiju heart?!
[ If he could light up any more, Stiles could be used to power a jaeger--a heart was the kind of thing he'd been hoping to get his hands on for his research. He'd been trying to understand Kaiju blood since the day it killed his mother, but without any understanding of it's circulatory system, it was pretty much useless. Grinning and stuffing the papers messily into his pockets, he jams his hands in after. ] I gotta see it like yesterday, dude, oh my god.
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It's when his attention whips and focuses on the heart that he offers him a bit of a crooked smile. ] It's not beating-- we couldn't get it operational again due to being too damaged-- but I think you're gonna shit yourself over it anyways.
[ He remembers the thesis, remembers reading the fierce determination in his words even before he'd seen Stiles in person. He hoped that the heart could help, that they could get something for him that would work. ] Let's drop your shit off, then we can head down. [ A glance at his papers tell him which way he needs to go, before he's coming to a stop outside one of the many doors of the hall. ]