ever since indy mentioned that there was someone at the hangar who was claiming to know him in some way, snap was curious. and though he vowed he would simply leave this arin be and avoid any sort of awkward miscommunicated mess, he still found himself at the hangar just before the storm blanketed the town. he was looking over the various planes, fingers running along the cold steel. they appeared to be the most basic of design yet no one could seem to get them to work — he blamed the dated tech. he stopped the moment he noticed someone ahead of him. “oh, hey. there’s a pretty wicked storm out there — reminds me of this one planet i had to camp out on once. anyway, definitely don’t recommend going out there right now. you’re… are you arin?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t wrong and looking foolish.