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[flawless_precision]

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[In the spirit of keeping a low profile and capitalizing on the fact that most of the people of her world haven't seen her face, Phasma decides to break the network silence with an anonymous text post in order to attempt to gather intel.]

To what extent would you sacrifice securities for freedom?

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[Ever since her visit to the green planet before their departure, and her conversation with General Hux, she's been playing mute aboard her ship; observing, listening, using a minimalist pantomime where absolutely necessary. She doesn't trust her crew, she doesn't trust the ship, and she doesn't trust Atroma. The one person she does trust she's agreed not to contact unless in a guaranteed secure location, which isn't anywhere on the Fleet itself.]

[She keeps to herself, but if you're lucky you might catch her making a meal to take to her quarters (or the hanger, or wherever there is a quite, lonley spot). If she does happen to appear where there are people gathered, it's on the fringe, where she can quietly observe the conversation without feeling obligated to add to it.]

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[feathery]

[He doesn't really do anything to offset these opinions, so...welp.

He doesn't get what Phasma's deal is, but since she isn't forthcoming with deets, he doesn't see the point in prying (yet). For all he knows, an alt version of him pissed her off in another multiversal dumping ground, so he just shrugs and keeps rummaging around, making a haphazard mystery meat sandwich. He absently pulls out a chair at the other end of the table, though he doesn't bother using his hands; he just has the chair's own shadow do it for him. And then he sits his ass down and starts scrolling through his communicator.

Teenagers. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[flawless_precision]

[The whole shadow thing has her staring at him openly. Does he think it wise to broadcast your weirdness in front of her? Because she is not a fan of such powers and is likely already trying to think of ways to combat it. She returns to her meal, but she's watching him with a considerate eye, waiting for any other peculiarities to reveal themselves.]

[feathery]

[The list of peculiarities is long and storied and also really annoying.

Give him a minute, he's texting a friend to complain about this noob who keeps staring at him like she'd shove him out an airlock if given the chance. Or more than a minute, because he just alternates between eating space food and texting, until he finally gets annoyed enough by the unsubtle looks.]

Hey, I don't know what your deal is, but if this is gonna be a problem, air your fucking grievances.

[flawless_precision]

[The truth is she would shove him out the airlock if given half a thought. She's not quite a noob though because she's probably done it in the past. When he breaks the silence, she pauses momentarily, then watches him one moment longer while she takes a final spoonful. She sets her dishware aside and settles back in her seat, crossing her arms.]

[There is really nothing about his actions that interest her. He is displaying common civilian teenage angst - at least familiar with the human variety. Her curiosity is what he will do when she fails to listen to his demands and, specifically, does the opposite. She watches him with undivided focus.

[feathery]

[She might be annoyed to discover shoving Davesprite out an airlock won't hurt him and he'll just phase back aboard, but hey, she is always welcome to try it.

In any case, he kind of figures she isn't going to answer him when she eats another bite of soup. It's just, then she takes the extra step of actually setting the dish aside, and something about that strikes Davesprite as so wholly unnecessary that he stifles a soundless snort of laughter.]

Ok, then. [He gets that she's trying to piss him off, but he was honestly more annoyed when he couldn't tell if it was intentional. He goes back to picking at his food and glancing at his communicator.] Kinda wanted this out of the way, what with being trapped in close quarters and all, but if you're adamant about the petulant grade-schooler parade, keep on being mysteriously offended by my existence. I'm probably only gonna get worse from here.