"Or you could just tell me your name," Boba grumbles, even as he fishes his communicator out of his pocket. The truth is, if there is a directory of every person stuck on this planet, he probably should look at it. The chances of him actually recognizing anyone might be slim, but better to be safe than sorry.
There are a few quiet moments while Boba taps at the screen, first finding the directory and then scrolling through it until he finds a face that looks like the boy in front of him.
"Dustin Silver," he says after a moment, glancing up at the boy to confirm before looking back down at the screen. They have Boba's name and picture here, too—and that's a liability if Boba ever saw one. "How do the Agrii even know our names anyw—"
He stops short, brow furrowing as he stares down at the screen. He'd considered before the unlikelihood of seeing anyone he recognizes among the faces on the directory—but an outcome he'd expected even less is seeing a face that looks suspiciously like his own staring back at him from the rows. The confusion is clear in his voice when he speaks:
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There are a few quiet moments while Boba taps at the screen, first finding the directory and then scrolling through it until he finds a face that looks like the boy in front of him.
"Dustin Silver," he says after a moment, glancing up at the boy to confirm before looking back down at the screen. They have Boba's name and picture here, too—and that's a liability if Boba ever saw one. "How do the Agrii even know our names anyw—"
He stops short, brow furrowing as he stares down at the screen. He'd considered before the unlikelihood of seeing anyone he recognizes among the faces on the directory—but an outcome he'd expected even less is seeing a face that looks suspiciously like his own staring back at him from the rows. The confusion is clear in his voice when he speaks:
"Who's Omega?"