A very nice evening
John decided he liked the Page twins. Walker was a sweet woman, sassy and smart, ready to pick up any new system she saw and impossible to surprise. Turner was all right, the quiet sort, John guessed, though the kid obviously didn't want to be here. At least he was polite about it, which was a significant improvement on some of the other passengers they'd hosted along the way. There were more questions that he had that they wouldn't--or couldn't--answer. Part of that had to do with the odd language the pair spoke when they thought they were alone.
"I'm sorry Chrichton, but there's just no way to adjust the translator microbes. That's quite outside of my ability."
"Can't you upgrade them or something? They figured out how to translate from English in what, two seconds? Why are they having a hard time with this?"
"I simply don't have an answer for you, Commander. You'll have to find another way to eavesdrop." The way he said that last part indicated that the matter was closed. When Pilot disapproved of something, he rarely stepped in to stop it, but would make his feelings clear right from the get-go.
Aeryn wasn't much more help. "I don't know about Earth siblings, but Sebatians sometimes make up their own language between very close family members. It's just something children do."
"Yeah, I guess they are twins. Human twins do that a lot."
"Well, there you have it. You don't think they're plotting something, do you?"
"No, but...I can't shake this feeling that they're arguing about something. I don't like it."
"Ah. Your gut-brain."
"I only have one brain, Aeryn."
"You say that all the time, that you think something with your gut."
"Feel. I feel things, not think them, and it's just...it's instinct, ok? Not real thoughts. But it's never wrong."
But in spite of his gut, three solar days passed without incident. In fact, it was probably one of the most pleasant times they'd seen in ages.
"I'm sorry Chrichton, but there's just no way to adjust the translator microbes. That's quite outside of my ability."
"Can't you upgrade them or something? They figured out how to translate from English in what, two seconds? Why are they having a hard time with this?"
"I simply don't have an answer for you, Commander. You'll have to find another way to eavesdrop." The way he said that last part indicated that the matter was closed. When Pilot disapproved of something, he rarely stepped in to stop it, but would make his feelings clear right from the get-go.
Aeryn wasn't much more help. "I don't know about Earth siblings, but Sebatians sometimes make up their own language between very close family members. It's just something children do."
"Yeah, I guess they are twins. Human twins do that a lot."
"Well, there you have it. You don't think they're plotting something, do you?"
"No, but...I can't shake this feeling that they're arguing about something. I don't like it."
"Ah. Your gut-brain."
"I only have one brain, Aeryn."
"You say that all the time, that you think something with your gut."
"Feel. I feel things, not think them, and it's just...it's instinct, ok? Not real thoughts. But it's never wrong."
But in spite of his gut, three solar days passed without incident. In fact, it was probably one of the most pleasant times they'd seen in ages.