[She laughs. It's an abrupt sound, closer to a bark and completely present - strangely at odds with the rest of her temperament.]
Fair enough. [Sometimes, in the right company and with the Station in the wrong universe, she can be sad for this place and the hatchlings in it. But today she is glad they're all in this place together. It's a good purpose to be turned to.] But you're here, so might as well make the best of it, hmm?
[She squares her hands on the gun controls. Like the rest of the ship, they are sleek and pared down and the basics and a simple arrangement of the 'stick' the controls are attached to. She could give him the basics by demonstration, or--
Cathaway slides her eye line sideways. She regards him for a moment, stock still, and then smiles.]
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Fair enough. [Sometimes, in the right company and with the Station in the wrong universe, she can be sad for this place and the hatchlings in it. But today she is glad they're all in this place together. It's a good purpose to be turned to.] But you're here, so might as well make the best of it, hmm?
[She squares her hands on the gun controls. Like the rest of the ship, they are sleek and pared down and the basics and a simple arrangement of the 'stick' the controls are attached to. She could give him the basics by demonstration, or--
Cathaway slides her eye line sideways. She regards him for a moment, stock still, and then smiles.]
How would you like to be taught?