"Welcome to the Kurin," she says, as she steps aside to let Reno into the little ship's combination lounge and sleeping berth. The name's her own (recent) innovation; Jenny never named the poor beast
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The Kurin. He has no friggin' idea what that name means, but it ain't like it matters. If he felt like gambling he'd bet Lara stole this ship from someone. You can't just wander into some new world and come away with a thing like this, not that he's ever seen a thing like this before.
Lucky it ain't his problem. He's just along for the ride, and he likes this relaxation area. It's cozy. The bed's out; the whole thing reminds him of this tiny inn he stayed in at... oh, one of those friggin' places he had to stay a while ago. He forgets. All the towns and cities start to run together after a while.
"Nice ship you got here." He's only flown the helicopters and they've got cargo space, sure, but they ain't nothin' like this. This is a place meant for living. Maybe it's time for him to start gettin' interested in space travel and what it means.
That'd be cool. Just like it's time for him to start taking up the finer arts of flower growing instead of trampling on 'em. Nah, that shit ain't his thing.
She's thinkin' smart and he's always liked that about her. "Yeah, a couple bottles." Or maybe a six-pack; why friggin' skimp when you're goin' to outer space? He hands them over, a raise to his eyebrow. The rest of the food in there is in one of those stay-warm packs and that's cool. Or warm as the case may be.
"So you had her for long?" The fuck: maybe she doesn't call the ship a she, but everyone else he's ever met does that. And it ain't like he wants to pry or nothin'. He's just curious.
She's stowing the bottles in the fridge (where the bottled blood used to be until she flushed it out the airlock, and she'd give a lot to know how it came to be there), and turns around with a look of surprise at the last words.
"Never? Really?" The startled look melts into a vivid smile. "Oh, then you've got to see the view out the front."
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Lucky it ain't his problem. He's just along for the ride, and he likes this relaxation area. It's cozy. The bed's out; the whole thing reminds him of this tiny inn he stayed in at... oh, one of those friggin' places he had to stay a while ago. He forgets. All the towns and cities start to run together after a while.
"Nice ship you got here." He's only flown the helicopters and they've got cargo space, sure, but they ain't nothin' like this. This is a place meant for living. Maybe it's time for him to start gettin' interested in space travel and what it means.
That'd be cool. Just like it's time for him to start taking up the finer arts of flower growing instead of trampling on 'em. Nah, that shit ain't his thing.
"I like it." For what that's worth.
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The little refrigeration unit is set in the wall; she ambles over to it. "Anything in that bag need to be kept cold?"
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"So you had her for long?" The fuck: maybe she doesn't call the ship a she, but everyone else he's ever met does that. And it ain't like he wants to pry or nothin'. He's just curious.
"Never been on a spaceship before."
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"Never? Really?" The startled look melts into a vivid smile. "Oh, then you've got to see the view out the front."
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