A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

Whirring motors filled the new-found silence as the suit began pressurizing, the cracks that had prevented that earlier now filled in completely. Somerled wasn’t one that thought very highly of technology. It wasn’t that it was too “new” and confusing for him, he was just set in extremely archaic ways. By his standards, whatever it was that the soldier had on was pretty fancy technology. Within his time, he’d seen plenty of advancements, but nothing to the level of wearable technology. Whatever that thing she was wearing, what with all its whirring sounds and tubes and shit, was completely foreign to him. Unless, of course, it had been made during his final year or so and he just ignored it, which was a very real possibility. What year was it when he got whisked away to here, anyway? The damned fuzziness in his head said 1980s or so, but it didn’t seem right. There must be something he’s missing.
“Not important...” Somerled mumbled, switching back to the technological train of thought.

With the soldier just sort of slumped over on the ground there like an empty bag, it wouldn’t take a genius to deduce that she probably needed her wearable technology to stand. Why that was the case, he had no clue, but then again, not knowing hasn’t stopped him from mocking people in the past.
“So...” he drawled, stepping forward, and staring down at the soldier, a mischievous smile on his face, “You know, in most cultures, it’s considered rude to just lie there while in conversation.”