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Who: HANGE!!! GArak, Coil and Zhas
Broadcast: none
Action: closed to Red Fish crew
When: sometime... when they're in range of the planet... after whenever the waystation mingle goes up...?

[She'll take a look at the spa later - after slowly going a little stir-crazy on the ship, Hange wouldn't close herself in another building (no matter how luxurious) by choice.

Now, just as she's been, she prowls and paces along the edge of the forest, looking in. She looks excited: her eyes wide, pupils dilated, grinning absentmindedly. The movement never quite stops. The whoops and cries of distant birds or other, more alien things; the smell of wet ground and the rustle of leaves... it's like home, just like home, just like being at home, all she needs is her 3DMG and her horse and her squad. If only.

Hange will head in soon. She's seen that path and - it could be a trap, but her nature is way too direct to pass up so courteous an invitation. Soon enough...]

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[he nods. and points at her, bringing up his original point again.]

[She shrugs.]

Don't tell me you don't feel it, kiddo. It's been too long on that ship! [And none of them are suited to it. Not Zhas, not her, not Coil. Maybe Garak, but probably not him either.]

[he shrugs too, even though she's totally right. and he rolls his shoulders all the way, a moment later. need to work out that adrenaline and loosen things up again, let the small fright roll off of him.]

[Teenagers. Ah, well.]

Anyway, I'm going to head out into the woods shortly. Crewmates welcome.

[he gives the sign for again--one that she's probably been taught, if Zhas has been coaching her--and follows it up with a question mark.]

Until I figure out as much as I can about this place.

[So, again, yes.]

[for a minute, he looks back toward the ship, where Zhas presumably still is.

but he's not considering bringing him with, or wondering if there's something else he should be doing. he's really making sure that the skullfaced man is not following.

and then he nods.]

[It's her turn to consider something. She watches the kid narrowly.]

Do you know how to use a gun, kiddo?

[--ugh he makes a face and shakes his head no.

well, he might know how to use one, but he's anticipating that she's asking for a reason, and he's preemptively refusing.]

... If you're coming out with me for a second round, bring one.

[...and, again, he shakes his head.

that would be a no.]

[ p a t i e n t l y ]

If we run into a titan, and it's real, your best bet for survival under those circumstances are to blind it and then flee.

[he nods. and then places a hand to his chest--the sign for my--and then spells out p-r-o-b-l-e-m.]

[She squints for a second, and then -]

I disagree. As captain of the ship, it's also my problem.

[he sighs... and this is apparently a big enough deal to him that he bothers to unzip his sweatshirt and fetch the electronic tablet from where it's kept pocketed away inside.

give him a minute to write a few neat words across its surface, and he turns it to show her.]

'No blades.

No bullets.'

Why not?

[he just shakes his head again, resolute. at least he's not being snappy and short-tempered about it.]

Kiddo, I'm not willing to go along with you if you're not prepared to shoot to defend yourself against something like that.

[he does pretty well at keeping the growing frustration quiet, but it's definitely there. he shrugs heavily over the fact that they are clearly at yet another impasse. at first, he's thinking that he'll just have to figure out the simplest way to convey that he's going to head into the forest anyway.

...but, a moment later, a delayed idea catches up with him. he doesn't look happy about the new option coming to mind, but a potential way out of the standstill seems worth it.

he signs out the letters for b-l-i-n-d-?]

[... she might need more elaboration there.]

In the one eye? You?

[he frowns, shakes his head. then he points off towards the trees, way up high. he uses his hands to indicate something huge.

he points at the word on the tablet, and then points at the imaginary titan again. they're supposed to blind the thing?]

Oh. [Now it makes sense.]

If it's real... our best chance at survival is to blind it and then run while it's regrowing its eyes. They regenerate, you see?

[okay, he nods. he's got it. but he still isn't using a gun.

so, he motions for her to turn around.]

[She raises an eyebrow and doesn't move.]

What?

[he hurriedly answers with a sign she's never seen before, and just motions for her to turn around again.]