[That's true. Save the sadism talk for when you know her better, Nobunaga. Much less chance of serious confusion over it.
Ari won't turn down a chance to talk about guns, though. She looks over the Tanegashima as she speaks. She's never seen the like before, and the details fascinate her.] You're absolutely right. Anyone can use a gun, with the right training. It's a matter of skill. Imagine I've got some man with a hundred pounds and a foot in height on me who wants to pick a fight. Without a gun, I'd have no chance. The same is true for your farmers, and if it gives people options in life that they hadn't had before - more choice, more liberty - then it's all for the best. As for how good I am? [Ari chuckles a little.] Tell me this enormous ship has a shooting range so I can show you? Maybe you'd show me how to fire this one of yours, too. [She could have a fair guess at the mechanism, but Ari is safety-conscious, too. With an unfamiliar weapon it's always best to have someone with more knowledge show you how it's done.
She puts his firearm down, looking around at the bottles, and eventually picks out a brandy, and pours herself a small measure, which she downs quickly.] That'll do. I don't know anything about Starfleet, but the Tradelines wouldn't take on any spacer who was a former pirate, no matter what they could do or how dire the recruitment need. [Not when you could go out to a frontier colony world and find plenty of people hoping for adventure.
Ari grins at the mention of armor.] Actually, I've got my armor on, too. You just can't see it. Yours is more striking, for sure, but mine should protect me just as well. I'll keep to my uniform, I think. [Not that she has much choice. It'll probably involve trying to launder it overnight in the little sink in her cabin, but she's not too fazed by that. She once spent a month working in the laundry on her ship. Not the most pleasant aspect of her training, but she got on and did it.] How do you have freedom here, though? You're confined to a ship. It's a large ship, but even so. This isn't freedom.
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Ari won't turn down a chance to talk about guns, though. She looks over the Tanegashima as she speaks. She's never seen the like before, and the details fascinate her.] You're absolutely right. Anyone can use a gun, with the right training. It's a matter of skill. Imagine I've got some man with a hundred pounds and a foot in height on me who wants to pick a fight. Without a gun, I'd have no chance. The same is true for your farmers, and if it gives people options in life that they hadn't had before - more choice, more liberty - then it's all for the best. As for how good I am? [Ari chuckles a little.] Tell me this enormous ship has a shooting range so I can show you? Maybe you'd show me how to fire this one of yours, too. [She could have a fair guess at the mechanism, but Ari is safety-conscious, too. With an unfamiliar weapon it's always best to have someone with more knowledge show you how it's done.
She puts his firearm down, looking around at the bottles, and eventually picks out a brandy, and pours herself a small measure, which she downs quickly.] That'll do. I don't know anything about Starfleet, but the Tradelines wouldn't take on any spacer who was a former pirate, no matter what they could do or how dire the recruitment need. [Not when you could go out to a frontier colony world and find plenty of people hoping for adventure.
Ari grins at the mention of armor.] Actually, I've got my armor on, too. You just can't see it. Yours is more striking, for sure, but mine should protect me just as well. I'll keep to my uniform, I think. [Not that she has much choice. It'll probably involve trying to launder it overnight in the little sink in her cabin, but she's not too fazed by that. She once spent a month working in the laundry on her ship. Not the most pleasant aspect of her training, but she got on and did it.] How do you have freedom here, though? You're confined to a ship. It's a large ship, but even so. This isn't freedom.