[Jim's in engineering, you can see the room behind where he sits. he looks a little tired, but his eyes are as bright as ever as he looks into the camera.]Hey all, Kirk here
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[She recognizes Commander-like behaviour when she sees it -- she's been on enough ships to know someone who's used to being in charge.]
[This is fine, though. Ward doesn't exactly seem like the position is ... suited to him.]
[She's walking down to the end of Engineering she can see in the background of his video, boots clicking on the floor. It's not long before Jim is face-to-mask with a petite quarian.]
People should have things in their personal lockers to trade. Whether they'll want to trade them or not is another matter entirely, of course.
[he swivels in the chair of the makeshift work area he's pulled together for himself; looking up at his new company. he's not surprised- it isn't like engineering is exactly abandoned most of the time.
despite himself, his gaze breifly darts the length of her outfit.]
[She's not unused to people oogling her. Most people are more subtle, though.]
I guess that's true. And as for the maps - it wouldn't surprise me if there weren't any put into the system. I'm sure the hard copies have been burned by now if that's the case.
[his eyebrow creeps up. that sort of behaviour isn't necessary with Starfleet because they don't operate on that kind of militaristic level. they aren't a secret organization.
as far as he knows.
he settles after a moment, though, and nods.]
Yep, good old Blue Planet.
[he considers offering a hand to shake, remembers one particular other alien race that doesn't even do physical contact, and refrains.]
Work, actually. I've been in touch with Resnik at least a little about making sure the engine's not going to do anything that gets us killed.
[Of course, she hasn't seen anything exactly like this before -- but she can at least take a look and see if anything is -- obviously wrong with the thing. Probably nothing Resnik couldn't figure out herself, but it's the thought that counts ... right?]
Your people seem to be in the majority. I have to admit, it's almost starting to seem normal for me. The last ship I was on had the rest of the universe in minority as well.
Where I'm from, humans are relatively new to the intergalactic community.
[She raises a hand up, trying to be dismissive...and mostly failing.]
That depends on what you mean. I was born on the Migrant Fleet, which my people now call home.
It isn't where my people hail from, however.
[She puts as much I don't want to talk about it emphasis into those words as possible. It's just -- well, not something she'll discuss with a stranger.]
Before arriving here, I'd just left the Omega-4 Relay -- if that means anything to you.
[he listens, carefully, as he has done since arrival for any chance at familiarity- but it all falls flat. he shakes his head and sounds a little disappointed.]
[as she speaks, Jim gestures with one hand to show his agreement- that this was the same in his universe, at least until recently. at her suggestion though, he chuckles.]
[This is fine, though. Ward doesn't exactly seem like the position is ... suited to him.]
[She's walking down to the end of Engineering she can see in the background of his video, boots clicking on the floor. It's not long before Jim is face-to-mask with a petite quarian.]
People should have things in their personal lockers to trade. Whether they'll want to trade them or not is another matter entirely, of course.
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despite himself, his gaze breifly darts the length of her outfit.]
It's still something to think about.
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I guess that's true. And as for the maps - it wouldn't surprise me if there weren't any put into the system. I'm sure the hard copies have been burned by now if that's the case.
[It's what she'd do.]
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Why do you say that?
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I've seen it happen. People memorize maps and then get rid of them.
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he nods, chin dipping briefly.]
Yeah, not humans.
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[She wouldn't put it past Cerberus.]
[There's a thoughtful pause, though.]
I guess it's more common with other races, though. Are you from Earth?
I am Tali'zorah vas Normandy. Tali is fine, though. The whole thing is a bit of a mouthful.
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as far as he knows.
he settles after a moment, though, and nods.]
Yep, good old Blue Planet.
[he considers offering a hand to shake, remembers one particular other alien race that doesn't even do physical contact, and refrains.]
What brings you down to engineering, Tali?
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[Of course, she hasn't seen anything exactly like this before -- but she can at least take a look and see if anything is -- obviously wrong with the thing. Probably nothing Resnik couldn't figure out herself, but it's the thought that counts ... right?]
Your people seem to be in the majority. I have to admit, it's almost starting to seem normal for me. The last ship I was on had the rest of the universe in minority as well.
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What do you mean? Humans? We do seem to get out there, don't we?
[once again, he studies her outfit- though it's less for aesthetics this time and more a general curiousity.]
Where are you from?
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[She raises a hand up, trying to be dismissive...and mostly failing.]
That depends on what you mean. I was born on the Migrant Fleet, which my people now call home.
It isn't where my people hail from, however.
[She puts as much I don't want to talk about it emphasis into those words as possible. It's just -- well, not something she'll discuss with a stranger.]
Before arriving here, I'd just left the Omega-4 Relay -- if that means anything to you.
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Can't say it sounds familiar.
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[A lot of overlap seems sort of unlikely.]
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[why that's funny, he doesn't elaborate, but his gaze slides from her to the other wayward, makeshift crewmembers in engineering.]
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[She tilts her head to the side.]
Until now, I suppose -- provided this place sees fit to return us at some point.
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We're going to get back.
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