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[A flare of light, a glimpse of sky. A groan in pain and a perhaps familiar if panicked beeping.

There's a brief glimpse of the little bipedal droid as he dashes by while the tablet settles, still propped up at an angle, although at most they only capture the edge of a pair of boots.]

-ow, ow... Great timing as usual. Yeah BeeDee, I'm fine, I'm-

[The boots shift, accompanied by an off-screen hiss as Cal sucks in a sharp breath, and for a moment he stills, a thoughtful silence settling in. It's broken by BD-1's scrabbling about, pausing before his boxlike head dips down to peer directly into the communicator's camera. He hoots inquiringly.]

...Hm? What is it, buddy?

[Those boots drag themselves off-screen, and then the camera moves as it's picked up. Cal frowns a moment before his brow eases with a weary smile.]

Hey Temba.

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[sinistral]

[In the workshop he leans a hip against a work bench and leaves Billy a voicemail before looking down at the little droid who had followed him out. Quite dedicated to its master; the Soldier nods to himself.]

I'll not bother his rest. But he can contact me if he needs. [A rare offer, but sincere. And with that he makes his way out.

Supplies will be gathered and left in the workshop some hours later, as promised. But the Soldier won't linger if he's not stopped; there's no need to impose on Cal's rest.]