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[sandhate]

Who: paisley crew + visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: ss paisley
When: november

[ hello paisley, it's mingle time ]

Comments

[reflectedblight]

[She doesn't insist when he pushes her away, only recovers the fallen cork and replaces it and the potion from her pouch. His arm catches her eye, but she holds her questions for the time being.]

'Having worse' doesn't excuse a current injury. [But that's her last word on it.]

I wasn't going to touch it, of course it's hot.

...What did you mean the 'conductors don't work the way they're supposed to?'

[sandhate]

[ anakin brings a hand to his temples, holding his head for a moment and just wishing that ringing would stop.

it will, eventually; he knows that from experience. he's just impatient ]

It's different here. [ it's all different here. or maybe, the more accurate answer is that he's different here. he groans and shakes his head. ] I wouldn't worry about it. Just keep in mind not to do what I try to do. Unless you're an engineer.

[ he looks at her then points to the part in their neck where the augments are-- wait, he narrows his eyes at her ]

Who are you?

[reflectedblight]

[That, more than anything, draws her lips up into a small smile.]

Lark Mahariel. I'm in charge of the communications on this vessel. [Creators only knew why when she'd never been asked to formally speak to or for a people in her entire life. Anyone who knew her knew that likely wasn't best if diplomacy was meant to be kept.]

So, no, I am no engineer. But perhaps my concern for the fire and the potential self-caused injury of one of the crew makes sense now.