Hm? What is it? [He shuffles closer to Oren, shoulders bumping together. He doesn't think much of it as he peers down at the pamphlet, reading it over the rim of his glasses. Muttering:] "Protect your eyes from harmful UV rays"? What's that? [He turns to Oren as he asks, waiting for an answer before he waves it off, looking back to the pamphlet.] "Shield them from... the sun"?
[His head snaps up now and the sunglasses are torn off his face in shock and disbelief.] That can't be right. Nothing can shield the sun. They'd have to be—be blankets or something. Tarp. [He turns the sunglasses in his hands again, running his fingers over what is clearly glass.] This—this is nothing so hardy.
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Date: 2015-05-05 11:10 pm (UTC)[His head snaps up now and the sunglasses are torn off his face in shock and disbelief.] That can't be right. Nothing can shield the sun. They'd have to be—be blankets or something. Tarp. [He turns the sunglasses in his hands again, running his fingers over what is clearly glass.] This—this is nothing so hardy.