[Jaime doesn't turn on the comm. He doesn't even seem to look at it. Instead, he just rolls the comm around in his hands, fingers seeking out the little cranny where the two panels of the comm meet each other, and runs his thumb against it.
There. Skin flakes. DNA. And that's all he needs, really, as he closes his eyes and Khaji rattles a few stats off in his head, being as precise as possible.]
Got it. [He opens his eyes again.] I know where he is. Now we just gotta go find him.
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There. Skin flakes. DNA. And that's all he needs, really, as he closes his eyes and Khaji rattles a few stats off in his head, being as precise as possible.]
Got it. [He opens his eyes again.] I know where he is. Now we just gotta go find him.