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Who: The crew of the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: n/a probably
Action: yep, it's a ship mingle
When: some time around the snow planet?

[yep. they all got business to attend to. new planet, new crewmate, new problems...]

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[ A mute? Well, that explains why Zhas asked her if she knew how to sign the first time they met face-to-face. ]

...Not very likeable?

He's sulky and resentful besides being mute. He doesn't like me much, so it'll be interesting to see how he responds to you.

[ She doesn't like the sound of that and it makes her frown and furrow her brow. ]

Any ideas as to the particular reason why?

He seems pretty attached to Zhas. Maybe he's dependent enough to not like others getting involved. It could also be machismo. I'm still figuring it out.

[ Even more bad news. Wonderful. ]

I... find it only fair for me to warn you, as captain of this ship, that I won't tolerate any unwarranted attitude from him, handicapped or not. If you wish to intervene, that's fine, but I prefer to fight my own battles first in situations such as these.

I'll talk to Zhas about it. I think he understands the importance of a courteous working relationship if nothing else.

Otherwise, if you wallop him, do it hard and don't let up. He seems like the type who'd take a half-done job as license to act out even more.

[ She shrugs a shoulder. ]

It was sufficient enough for Zhas.

[Eyebrows rising.]

What happened?

He was looking for a sparring partner and I was willing.

[Her other eyebrow rises. Then the expression returns to neutral.]

I can't say I'm surprised he'd speak that language. [Like someone else she knows...]

He's a warrior in his own right, but he's not a soldier like you and I.

He did have a strange reaction to being healed though.

Oh? What was that?

[ She titters a little bit. ]

Ah-ha-ha, well, I was perhaps a little... rougher with him than I should have been, so I took it upon myself to heal his injuries afterwards. He acted... afraid. Confused. It was as though he thought I had changed his biological makeup.

[She rubs her nose a bit. Cecil's not a lab augment that she knows of...]

How did you heal him?

Oh? Did I not tell you?

[ She seems genuinely surprised that Hange doesn't know, but then she recalls that she's been trying to keep her abilities largely a secret. ]

I... know a bit of healing and defensive magic. It's a... sort of science where I'm from.

Somehow I suspected it was something like that. [Not judgmental either way, but thoughtful.]

Maybe he's not used to magic being worked on him.

Perhaps. Usually though, the reaction I get is one of mild awe-- not fear.

He probably has his reasons. Maybe he just didn't like feeling that it was out of his control.

[ She waves a hand a bit dismissively at the idea. Somehow the idea of Zhas clinging to his physical pain makes her deeply uncomfortable. It feels like this is a part of that thing she's forgotten. ]

Anyway... let's hope this Coil doesn't prove to be too counterproductive to keeping the peace.

I'm sure it can be managed one way or another. [That much, she's one hundred percent positive about, actually. Hange lifts her tea and drains it; it's at a comfortable temperature for that now.]

Well, welcome to the Red Fish. Are you going to eat your snack?

[ She sighs, wanting to say no, but she accepts that Hange is probably right in suggesting that she enjoy her little gift from Atroma while she can. It does make her somewhat nervous, given Court's penchant for spiking their food with less than desirable ingredients.

She picks up her tea and takes a sip from it, then reaches for that pudding. She's giving it a somewhat forlorn stare-down. ]

[Cecil can take as much time as she likes.]

More tea? [Hange is going to get some for herself regardless of what Cecil says though.]

[ By the time Hange gets around to needing a refill on her tea, Cecil has finally begun poking at her pudding. The taste is a bit strange after all the protein sticks and gel they've had to resort to. She makes a face, but doesn't push it away. ]

I'm all right for now, thank you. Pudding for you?

It's yours. Enjoy it... unless you want me to take some of it off your hands. [She shrugs.]

I really don't mind sharing. Consider it my apology for abruptly dropping in unannounced.