[Oh, he hears it. Has to bite back on a barking laugh, but he maintains his silence and poise as he follows the Handler out of the cockpit, heads down to the cargo bay 'where he belongs'.
And if Steph is bored during the flight, Giovanni is most likely moreso-- smooth sailing, nothing but silence and inertia for hours at a time, and the shipment doesn't exactly make for lively company. His Handler doesn't address him at all, only coolly observes him now and again with that same look of detatched distaste, and the initial buzz and thrum in him from earlier in the day begins to flatten out into numb indifference, the sense he'd had before - that this would be interesting, that it'd be something - slowly bleeding out of him in the wake of the continued monotony.
And then it starts.
There's the difference in speed, in movement, the signs of evasive action, and suddenly all that had been flat and dull in him starts to spark into fervent life again, the panting clattering thing in his Spine stirring and moving and seeming to murmur yesyesyes. The command to hold on comes through just a moment before that rocketing blast, the Handler curses low under his breath and again, Giovanni chokes down a joyful laugh as he does as instructed, holds on.
And down they go.
The impact is bonejarring, sends his Handler scudding across the ground despite his attempts to hold on but Giovanni's increased strength at least allows him a firmer hold then that, means he stays on his feet even as the ship slides across the dusty ground of the Badlands.
By the time Steph reaches them, Giovanni's hauling the Handler to his feet-- the man looks dazed, unsteady, whilst the Dog flashes her a razorblade smile. There's an animate joy in his face that's unlike anything she'll have seen on him before, awake and alert and ready.]
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And if Steph is bored during the flight, Giovanni is most likely moreso-- smooth sailing, nothing but silence and inertia for hours at a time, and the shipment doesn't exactly make for lively company. His Handler doesn't address him at all, only coolly observes him now and again with that same look of detatched distaste, and the initial buzz and thrum in him from earlier in the day begins to flatten out into numb indifference, the sense he'd had before - that this would be interesting, that it'd be something - slowly bleeding out of him in the wake of the continued monotony.
And then it starts.
There's the difference in speed, in movement, the signs of evasive action, and suddenly all that had been flat and dull in him starts to spark into fervent life again, the panting clattering thing in his Spine stirring and moving and seeming to murmur yesyesyes. The command to hold on comes through just a moment before that rocketing blast, the Handler curses low under his breath and again, Giovanni chokes down a joyful laugh as he does as instructed, holds on.
And down they go.
The impact is bonejarring, sends his Handler scudding across the ground despite his attempts to hold on but Giovanni's increased strength at least allows him a firmer hold then that, means he stays on his feet even as the ship slides across the dusty ground of the Badlands.
By the time Steph reaches them, Giovanni's hauling the Handler to his feet-- the man looks dazed, unsteady, whilst the Dog flashes her a razorblade smile. There's an animate joy in his face that's unlike anything she'll have seen on him before, awake and alert and ready.]
Show time.