[ Boba follows alongside him, listening intently. It's not exactly encouraging to hear that their masks hadn't worked—he'd prefer if the one he was wearing now had some function aside from disguise. ]
Was anyone infected? [ he asks, eyes darting to track other recruits as they pass. Some carry what looks like medical or research equipment. Others, weapons. It seems they really are being left to their own devices. But which route ends the simulation? The lack of a clear objective grates at the back of Boba's mind. Bad enough to be unwillingly assessed by an unseen observer. Worse still not to know how he's being evaluated—or the consequences for failure. ]
no subject
Was anyone infected? [ he asks, eyes darting to track other recruits as they pass. Some carry what looks like medical or research equipment. Others, weapons. It seems they really are being left to their own devices. But which route ends the simulation? The lack of a clear objective grates at the back of Boba's mind. Bad enough to be unwillingly assessed by an unseen observer. Worse still not to know how he's being evaluated—or the consequences for failure. ]