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That's probably why these things don't get defeated. [At least not in her experience.] They stoke our personal dramas and keep us distracted. People come and go. Some people have no reason to want to leave at all. Some are just ill-equipped.

That's the name of the game.

[It's not always easy, he knows, to see the forest for the trees.]

Yeah, I say this like you don't know. You're one up on me when it comes to these places. [One of the things she likes about him actually. Not that she'd wish it on anyone.]

Maybe so. But you would have known from the beginning of the prison that something had to be done. [He'd had no such luck in the library. Nor had he been instrumental in toppling the Portraits. It had been hard enough living day to day, without a concept that there was anything else to go back to.]

[She nods.] When they messed with our heads it was usually only for a day at a time and in different ways. Okay, we can tie for at being awesome. [How any of this made them awesome she wasn't sure, but it's what she's rolling with as she gives him a smile.]

I can deal with a tie. [In a contest with no clear winners, that is pretty acceptable.]

Good. I was afraid we'd have to arm wrestle to declare a victor. That would have been so embarrassing for you. [We've reached the teasing portion of Kitty's friendship.]

We can't have that, can we. I have a certain image to maintain.

Understandable. So, want the tour? We even have some kale bacon which I'm assured is a treat and not a punishment.

Yes... only, what is kale bacon? [He'd have to assume it's made out of something other than the usual bacon, but kale is unfamiliar to him.]

[It's probably kelp. Either way it sounds about the same to her.]

Bacon made out of vegetables basically. I don't know if you noticed it [Since someone forgot to point it out earlier in the thread] but Vision has a garden hanging up in the upper portion of the cargo bay. So, he grows things. Mostly food and medicine I think. I'm not exactly the gardening type.

I did see it, briefly. I don't think I'd know how to grow things in space.

[He gets to his feet.]

[She'll slide past to get the door and lead him to the hall.] I guess we can star with the cargo bay. [She heads back that way and when they reach the room she starts airwalking up to where the garden hangs.] The Iskaulit has more. Have you been over there?

[After a pause, he lifts off the ground himself and follows her up, in a straight line.]

I have, though not as much as I could have been. The gardens, though, I have seen.

[It held some interest for him. He had started a garden, in his last days in Kyriakos, part of his never-ending determination to ensure there would be an independent food supply for his team. He can only hope it was tended after he had passed the duty along when he left.]

There seems to be a lot of usable space on that ship.

I go over there to train most days. [And she's done a sweep of everything else, but the training room is definitely where she spends the bulk of her time.]

There is a lot of space. [She glances over at him.] Was that just an off-hand comment or was it more of a "and I have plans for it" comment?

Off-hand. Though in an emergency, it's a decent source of metal. [He doesn't particularly want to gut a spaceship for material, especially since they're in space and that could go badly. Regardless of whether he can reach the hulls or not, he's not about to start blowing holes in things and find out the hard way that he can breach them anyway.]

Suuuure as long as no one is on it. Tends to be kind of popular. And here I thought maybe you'd want to put a knitting room in it or something. [Okay, maybe not specifically that. She takes a few backward steps back down toward the floor to continue the tour.]

[He smirks, landing beside her.]

Now there's an idea. I could diversify my sewing skills. [This could be a joke, or it might not be.]

See, now, I feel like you're kidding but part of me is still wondering if you actually have some kind of sewing skills.

Skills might be pushing it. I learned enough to be able to repair clothing.

[Which he has used extensively in the past. Whether he creates his own outfits, well. That's anyone's guess.]

Like by stitching little heart patches over holes? [Would this conversation be happening if he was her Magneto? It's hard to imagine. Then again it's hard to imagine her Magneto removed from their world and in this setting.]

[He snorts.] Maybe that would work, for those who wear their hearts on their sleeves.

So not us. [Not that hers have been very hidden lately. She'd opened up a lot in the prison, but appearing here without those people she'd come to rely on and trust had set her back to a more closed off state. However, the constant barrage of familiar X-Men faces and accepting people or just people she could relate to was quickly wearing those walls back down.]

[Erik doesn't so much respond in the affirmative as tilt his head in acknowledgement. The same could be said for him - he's made great strides in being open with others, learning to trust and rely upon them. Here, though, he's on his own. It will take a while for him to think otherwise.]

So, what else is there to see?

We don't have a lot of upgrades here, but I'll take you through the kitchen and bridge. I find the differences between the ships kind of interesting anyway. We have a lab now too.