[ So much for a gentle approach. Boa pauses, waits a second, then places his hand on Nine's arm tentatively. He's ready to flinch back if that is somehow the wrong move to make with his trained-soldier friend in this condition. ]
Nine. He's not here.
[ Whoever 'he' is, it seems like a reasonable guess. ]
no subject
Nine. He's not here.
[ Whoever 'he' is, it seems like a reasonable guess. ]