Firefly Ravine the rabbit hole never to be found

Atomsk bobbed his broad head in soundless agreement, taking the helm if only because they were going the way he'd just come. He was a companionable sort -- easy to get along with as long as he didn't feel threatened in any way -- but conversation didn't appear to be his strong suit. He didn't ask after his temporary partner's life, like an adept conversationalist might, or wonder what it was on the coast that drew Dirge in; for these weren't things Atomsk thought he should concern himself with. Instead he moved along in relative silence, keeping his senses ranging for something they might accomplish together.

He kept an ear turned towards Dirge, lest his temperament change abruptly or he found himself curious about him. He expected more of the latter from his company, but one could never be too careful.