[Ah. Well, then, she definitely hadn't "lost" someone.
Walter looks back at Labramon's girl with reciprocated curiosity, glancing back once at his own new scaly blue friend -]
I'm Veemon! He's Walter!
[- and then back at her. Balls, there were so many kids dragged here - sure, the name for people like them was, apparently, "Chosen Children", but still... it left him uncomfortably wondering exactly under what circumstances they were brought here.
He pushes his mind off of it and onto the device she'd been so fixed on.
After one more beat, he goes and calls out.]
Hello.
You've got the hang of - [He produces his own terminal.] - these, yet?
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Walter looks back at Labramon's girl with reciprocated curiosity, glancing back once at his own new scaly blue friend -]
I'm Veemon! He's Walter!
[- and then back at her. Balls, there were so many kids dragged here - sure, the name for people like them was, apparently, "Chosen Children", but still... it left him uncomfortably wondering exactly under what circumstances they were brought here.
He pushes his mind off of it and onto the device she'd been so fixed on.
After one more beat, he goes and calls out.]
Hello.
You've got the hang of - [He produces his own terminal.] - these, yet?