Well, there’s a distressing thought. Thanks for sharing. [ because seriously. it looks awful.

He comes to a stop a few sidewalk turns down from the door of the hospital, where the parked cars have thinned out, and the building itself shades the area into semi-discretion. His path ends, specifically, beside a low-set, flashy red luxury car, with pale, stylized flame decals down the sides — an Aston Martin, which is a name he remembers well. He turns back to the Andalite. ]

I’m preparing to show off because I — [ Here the holoform’s face contorts with a frown. More holes in his memory. ] Have reason to stay in hiding. It sounds easier to trust someone else who doesn’t belong on this planet, over a local.