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[sinuosity]

Who: Red Fish crew and visitors.
Broadcast: none.
Action: On the Red Fish and waystations.
When: After returning from the Marsiva.

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SS Red Fish~

[mortalcoil]

[Coil is still rattled from the time spent on the Marsiva, and has spent much of his time since then holed up in the lab and his bunk. that first day back, he has been almost feverishly busy tinkering, packing, rearranging, writing... so, really hasn't noticed the new face until now.

he has noticed that one of their crew is now missing, however, which hasn't put him in a fantastic mood.

as he's scurrying from his room to the lab, he hears someone exiting the armory, and so slows to a suspicious halt in the corridor. so, when Nyssa steps out, she'll have a grungy-looking, one-eyed teenager staring silently at her, with his arms full of papers and old books.]

[sinuosity]

[ Books are perhaps the one thing that command Nyssa's attention first, so she eyes them, and then Coil. ]

Hello.

[mortalcoil]

[and, of course, the books seem of the interesting sort-- big and antiquated.

he doesn't offer to share, however. instead, his brow furrows, and he frees enough of one hand to be able to point at her, with a questioning tilt of his head.]

[sinuosity]

[ It's a set of gestures that mean little to her. ]

Do you not speak?

[mortalcoil]

[he frowns a little bit-- maybe that's a gesture more familiar to her.

and he silently shakes his head.]

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa exhales, slowly. ]

What language do you use, that I may converse freely with you?

[mortalcoil]

[he trades sigh for sigh. and since he very much has his hands full at the moment, she gets a halfhearted attempted at signing... something.]

[sinuosity]

[ She reaches forward. ]

May I carry those?

[mortalcoil]

[he... considers it. but, after looking down at the books and documents in his arms, thinking over what exactly he has and how comfortable he is with a stranger handling them, he thinks better of it.

instead, he moves to step in the direction he had been headed before, toward the lab, and nods for her to follow him--waiting to see if she's open to the request.]

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa inhales sharply, nods briskly, and follows. ]

[mortalcoil]

[if she hasn't seen it yet, the lab on the Red Fish is a little... unique. even before the ship had gained its recent eccentricities, this room had been custom-tailored by a few engineers. the central medical table has been strengthened and equipped with restraints, and there is an open area off to one side where the wall is outfitted with chains. with the extra workspaces built in, cluttered with all manner of only vaguely-medical tools... the whole thing seems a little archaic and almost dungeon-like. the only area of real color and light is a small and meticulously-managed hydroponic garden in one far corner.

Coil seems right at home, though. he strides right in to place the stack of books and documents next to a stack of more of the same, and looks around for some blank paper to write on.

just give him a moment.]

[sinuosity]

​[ This is not a disturbing lab at all. Nyssa skirts around the edges, touching nothing, taking it all in. She waits. ]

[mortalcoil]

[eventually, he finds the pad of paper he's looking for, and writes something across it in neat, clean little letters.

then, holding it up so she can see it, it reads only-- 'who are you?']

[sinuosity]

I am Nyssa al Ghul, daughter of the Demon. I'm the security officer aboard this ship, apparently. Who are you?

[mortalcoil]

[the scarred-up line of his mouth presses flat for a moment--not quite a frown, but the sentiment is maybe similar.

first, he pointedly writes out 'not "the" security officer,' because he finds that distinction necessary to underline. then, under that, he adds another note.

'My name is Coil.' which, he follows up with gesturing around himself at the lab, and then pointing at himself.]

[sinuosity]

Well-met, Coil.

Is there another aboard with a security augment?

​[ The distinction is important enough for him to tell her, and Nyssa doesn't like being in the dark about anything. ]

[mortalcoil]

[he nods, and writes out 'Zhas,' with the clear word of 'captain' jotted under it.]

[sinuosity]

I've not yet met the Captain.

​[ She doesn't like serving as anyone's auxiliary, but she has to wait and figure out how things work here first. ]

How long have you been aboard?

[mortalcoil]

[he writes 'one year,' and then he gestures--tilting his hand back and forth--to try and describe some give-or-take on that estimation.]

[sinuosity]

[ A whole year. Nyssa frowns. ]

What has happened in that time that we should be concerned about?

[mortalcoil]

[his eyebrows raise! because, wow, what a question.

he draws his hands out from one another in a rather universal and dramatic gesture for 'a lot.']

[sinuosity]

[ A small smile finds its way on her face. ]

I asked for that, I suppose, I was not more specific. Perhaps — is there a lot of use for a security officer?

[ pls say she gets to kill things ]