{i think you know too much, but the mind knows what the mouth wants}

[brokencopy]

Who: B; anyone who happens to be on the SS Heron
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: All over the Heron.
When: Januaryish ... all month, if you like.

{This is a ship mingle! Come get your socialization on.}

Comments

[reconstitution]

[ Perhaps he hasn't been as sociable as he should be, particularly with the newest additions to the crew..and he likely still wouldn't be. However, the sound of the weapons disengaging lures him out and into the cargo bay.

He watches her from a distance at first, though moves closer once she's fired at the targets at the opposite end. This girl knows what she's doing. ]

Who taught you?

[maschinenpistole]

[ She lowers the gun when she hears someone behind her, turns to face him with a small, easy smile. ]

Ah, mostly myself. Lots of studying, lots of practice. Though I did have friends who helped show me some things as I went.

[ Guns: one hell of a hobby... ]

But where I'm from, we still have bullets. Not having to reload is kind of weird!

[reconstitution]

These are different from the weapons I am accustomed to, as well.

[ But weapons aren't hard for him to figure out. As you say: one hell of a hobby. ]

[maschinenpistole]

At least they're not so different that we can't figure them out quickly. I was afraid alien technology might be more, ah... extreme?

[ SHRUG. She still feels like she's been shoved into a sci-fi flick, and casually 4th-wall-breaking and trope-spotting are clearly the best ways to deal with that. ]

Are you from earth too, then? I keep hearing that most of us are. I'm Kotoha.

[reconstitution]

I wouldn't know about that.

[ His expertise really isn't alien technology, just firearms. And also combat, but.. y'know. ]

I am, yes. It's Winter.