Darcy's met many different people from many different and strange worlds. Were it not for the translator, she wouldn't even be able to speak with some of them. Different cultures, histories, biologies, customs- with some of them, even what it means to be gay is different to her world.

So when Lyubov limp-wrists at her, she barks. It's the only way to describe the sudden evacuation of air from her lungs, and immediately she covers her mouth with her hands. What a gesture to be the same across worlds.

"Yes, yes I'm- je suis un gouine. But I'm not really big into astrology."

She's pretty sure she's an Aries, not a tophyte. And it says a lot about her... excitement? To meet someone else like her- even if in another direction- that she doesn't even make a 'ha old' remark.