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Who: Nightingale, SS Caprine
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Caprine!
When: Backdated it the Shuffle

[hello, Caprine, it is a ship mingle!]

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Captaining.

[Obviously.]

I think you are supposed to be here. New arrival, aren't you? We'll get you squared away quick enough.

... Seems like it, I guess.

[She'll just not comment on the 'captaining', then.]

So... What should I be doing? Do you need to know what I can do or something?

Depends. They've probably given you an augment. Did you figure out what it is yet?

[She seems annoyed...]

Cooking. Not that I needed that.

Everybody needs to eat. Well. Except me.

[Very casually.]

Have you seen the kitchen yet?

I can cook without it. I'm pretty high-level at it, even. What do you mean you don't?

I haven't. Just got here, remember?

I'll show you, then.

[Without waiting for assent, she turns on her heel and starts walking towards the kitchen, on the assumption that Nightingale will follow her.]

Don't need to. Undead. [Like this is the most obvious thing in the world.]

[She does, though she stumbles trying to process what she just heard.]

Hold on a minute, what was that?

[Mal cocks her head to the side, so she's briefly in profile; then she turns face-forward again and half-shrugs.]

Undead.

[Okay, given Nightingale's history, and what appears to be going on here so far, it doesn't take her long to come to an obvious conclusion, if for all the wrong reasons.]

... Are you a vampire?

[Unseen, Mal grins, holds up a hand with her forefinger and thumb about a centimeter apart. Just a little bit.]

... There's not a troll or anything on this ship, is there? Because that would basically confirm that I'm hallucinating all of this.

No trolls, no. I'm not sure they'd actually fit in the halls.

[She may know a different sort of troll than Nightingale does.]

What, you don't believe in trolls?

No, one of them is on my team.

[Probably. She knows a Homestuck one.]

Along with a vampire and a Miqo'te, so I'm a bit alarmed.

Nothing to worry about. I don't bite.

[Ho, ho.]

... Doesn't not biting make you go slowly insane?

Everyone thinks that. It's rude to stereotype.

Uh, sorry? Just, it's happened before, so...

[She laughs, low and good-natured.]

It used to. I'm on other stuff now. A more politically correct addiction.

... What?

Engineering.

[No, really.]

... I. I don't think that's how that works?

I'm glad you know so much about me.

I mean. Isn't it food? You can't just decide you can build shit instead of eating.

That's not how it works, where I come from. There are people who use politics instead of blood. Engineering makes a lot more sense than that.