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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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[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.

Then maybe I'll have a bite. [She holds her hand out. They can just share the spoon.]

[ Cecil hands her the spoon. After sharing a very drunk night together, it's easy to move onto the level of friendship that is sharing utensils. ]

[She eats a bite of pudding slowly. This stuff is a little new to her but after a few moments she offers the spoon back to Cecil, and a verdict:]

Better than the slop those dispensers usually give us.

It's a little strange to go back to normal food after those things, isn't it?

I'd be delighted if we could start growing a small part of our own food supply. I have some plants from Emblica, but we just don't have the space..

Emblica?

[ She clearly has no idea who that is. ]

A young [ha] lady of my acquaintance. She has some power over plants. She's quite soft-spoken, but good company; you should keep an eye out for her.

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