[Ari takes note of that blush, but affects not to, because there's some value in discretion. She does smile again when he compliments her intelligence. Of course she sees these connections. Ari knows she's clever - she's understood it ever since she took the spacer's aptitude test her second day aboard the Prosperity and the captain told her it'd be an utter waste of her abilities if he didn't put her in for command training - but she doesn't really take any credit for it. It was all the genelab's doing, not hers. They could just as easily have designed her to be stupid if they'd wanted.
Her eyes narrow when she thinks he's comparing the Breakaway War to this ridiculous country, America, but he does seem fond of the place, and then there's another map to look at, so she's nicely distracted by that. When he mentions the globe in his room, however, it's Ari's turn to blush. Is he asking what she thinks he is? It's a very oblique way to go about it. Now look at what she's gotten herself into! It takes a moment for her to recall that he's already told her that he shares his cabin - with a pirate, no less. He can't observe the customs of the lines, and why would he?
She tries to follow the rest, but at times it's just a sea of names she doesn't know, ideas she's unfamiliar with. She resolves to pick out the generalities. ]
Where I'm from, if I met a pirate, only one of us would be leaving alive, and you know I'd make damn sure that was me. I don't know how much I'll like it here, but there's nothing to be done about it just now, is there? Right now it's not intolerable, I can say that. I really would like to meet your friends. Do you like music? I never had much time for it. Not beyond singing Sail the Sky or Down the Line at Breakaway, but anyone can do that. [She's not quite drunk enough to start singing space shanties at him in illustration, thankfully. Instead, she tilts her head, looking a little mischievous.] I can't imagine ascetic monks reading romance literature. Even I never had any time for all that. I read history and science and philosophy. [Little Ari's expensive Cardalek education hadn't included novels, or fiction of any kind, really, although she did memorise some poems.]
Let me tell you something about Tradeliners that I'm guessing isn't the same here. You never go into someone's private cabin. It's the only space they have for themselves on the whole ship. Even if you're new and someone's got to inspect yours to make sure you don't have unsecured cargo causing potential gravitational hazards, they stand in the doorway to do it. So I'd like to see that globe, honestly, but maybe you can bring it out to me? It'd feel wrong, otherwise. [There, she thinks that was deftly done. No need to mention that a suggestion that someone break that rule is an invitation for an illicit overnight stay.]
aww he is adorable
Her eyes narrow when she thinks he's comparing the Breakaway War to this ridiculous country, America, but he does seem fond of the place, and then there's another map to look at, so she's nicely distracted by that. When he mentions the globe in his room, however, it's Ari's turn to blush. Is he asking what she thinks he is? It's a very oblique way to go about it. Now look at what she's gotten herself into! It takes a moment for her to recall that he's already told her that he shares his cabin - with a pirate, no less. He can't observe the customs of the lines, and why would he?
She tries to follow the rest, but at times it's just a sea of names she doesn't know, ideas she's unfamiliar with. She resolves to pick out the generalities. ]
Where I'm from, if I met a pirate, only one of us would be leaving alive, and you know I'd make damn sure that was me. I don't know how much I'll like it here, but there's nothing to be done about it just now, is there? Right now it's not intolerable, I can say that. I really would like to meet your friends. Do you like music? I never had much time for it. Not beyond singing Sail the Sky or Down the Line at Breakaway, but anyone can do that. [She's not quite drunk enough to start singing space shanties at him in illustration, thankfully. Instead, she tilts her head, looking a little mischievous.] I can't imagine ascetic monks reading romance literature. Even I never had any time for all that. I read history and science and philosophy. [Little Ari's expensive Cardalek education hadn't included novels, or fiction of any kind, really, although she did memorise some poems.]
Let me tell you something about Tradeliners that I'm guessing isn't the same here. You never go into someone's private cabin. It's the only space they have for themselves on the whole ship. Even if you're new and someone's got to inspect yours to make sure you don't have unsecured cargo causing potential gravitational hazards, they stand in the doorway to do it. So I'd like to see that globe, honestly, but maybe you can bring it out to me? It'd feel wrong, otherwise. [There, she thinks that was deftly done. No need to mention that a suggestion that someone break that rule is an invitation for an illicit overnight stay.]