Okay, Cal definitely has to figure out what happened to this guy, because those are two questions that he wouldn't expect out of a person who is where they are supposed to be. He did, in fact, learn his lesson from Dagan though and decides not to pile too much on the man just yet. Give him a second to breathe, or something.
So for now, he just finds himself grinning as BD-1 visibly preens under Loki's curious gaze. "Bacta and stimulants. For combat healing." A beat. It's definitely not something most people carry around, but Cal and Normal had a not-so-amicable split about a decade ago, so he barely remembers to hurriedly tack on: "It can get pretty dicey out here." Nailed it! Now it's not suspicious at all. BD-1 clambers up onto Cal's shoulder fully, as though to take back the spotlight and save his awkward human, primly dipping his little head so Loki can see the stim canister as he pops it out for Cal to catch out of the air reflexively. BD-1 more helpfully rattles off a list of the chemical components of the neon green stimulant to make up for Cal's vague answer, because the droid always operates on the assumption that he'll be understood.
Cal offers the little canister in an open palm, in case Loki is interested. He doesn't look too hurt now, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Maybe he's got an insane pain tolerance. Either way, Cal gestures around them, above their dusty little crater. "Well, right now you're in Dredger Gorge." He doesn't imagine that's particularly helpful. "On Koboh, if that's what you mean." Cal has crash landed in enough mystery locales (don't tell Greez) that he figures it doesn't hurt to specify. "Did you mean to land here?" It's not exactly a hot tourist destination planet, after all, and Loki does not appear prepared for prospecting (no offence and/or you're welcome, Loki.)
Well done, Cal, you haven't drawn Loki's attention at all with "combat healing." So, this place is beset by war, is it? He glances around again, but apart from the rickety machinery briskly falling to pieces around the edges of his crater, the peaceful insect buzzes and distant bird calls continue. Even if there is enough battle on Koboh—wherever that is—to require carrying such things, it doesn't seem to be an immediate problem in Dredger Gorge.
"Dredger Gorge? What an unromantic name." Neatly avoiding the question of whether he'd meant to land here, Loki peers at the green and glowing vial. It's a rather unsettling shade that reminds him more of his newly-discovered older sister than of his own favored colors. But he doubts Hela would have anything to do with something healing-related. She probably thinks healing is for cowards. Either don't get injured or die, give your all, that would be Hela's way.
"Well, I have no idea what bacta is, but I could use a stimulant. Thank you," he says specifically to BD-1, and before either of them can react, Loki has neatly picked up the vial, popped the top open, and swallowed down the contents. He makes a face and coughs, and looks at it with distaste. "That's disgusting. I hope it's effective. ...my stomach feels warm, does that mean it's working?"
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So for now, he just finds himself grinning as BD-1 visibly preens under Loki's curious gaze. "Bacta and stimulants. For combat healing." A beat. It's definitely not something most people carry around, but Cal and Normal had a not-so-amicable split about a decade ago, so he barely remembers to hurriedly tack on: "It can get pretty dicey out here." Nailed it! Now it's not suspicious at all. BD-1 clambers up onto Cal's shoulder fully, as though to take back the spotlight and save his awkward human, primly dipping his little head so Loki can see the stim canister as he pops it out for Cal to catch out of the air reflexively. BD-1 more helpfully rattles off a list of the chemical components of the neon green stimulant to make up for Cal's vague answer, because the droid always operates on the assumption that he'll be understood.
Cal offers the little canister in an open palm, in case Loki is interested. He doesn't look too hurt now, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Maybe he's got an insane pain tolerance. Either way, Cal gestures around them, above their dusty little crater. "Well, right now you're in Dredger Gorge." He doesn't imagine that's particularly helpful. "On Koboh, if that's what you mean." Cal has crash landed in enough mystery locales (don't tell Greez) that he figures it doesn't hurt to specify. "Did you mean to land here?" It's not exactly a hot tourist destination planet, after all, and Loki does not appear prepared for prospecting (no offence and/or you're welcome, Loki.)
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"Dredger Gorge? What an unromantic name." Neatly avoiding the question of whether he'd meant to land here, Loki peers at the green and glowing vial. It's a rather unsettling shade that reminds him more of his newly-discovered older sister than of his own favored colors. But he doubts Hela would have anything to do with something healing-related. She probably thinks healing is for cowards. Either don't get injured or die, give your all, that would be Hela's way.
"Well, I have no idea what bacta is, but I could use a stimulant. Thank you," he says specifically to BD-1, and before either of them can react, Loki has neatly picked up the vial, popped the top open, and swallowed down the contents. He makes a face and coughs, and looks at it with distaste. "That's disgusting. I hope it's effective. ...my stomach feels warm, does that mean it's working?"