'Small chitinous creatures with knives, no. Strange things, yes.' She gives him a sympathetic look. 'The explanation is usually that our captor has a twisted imagination.' It's not much of an explanation, but it's far better than the it's magic semantic stop-sign of a response she was given as a new arrival.
She knows he's new, of course. Tayrey's been here half a year, all the old faces are familiar. She's guessing he's another Earther, from the way he addressed her - and from sheer probability, at this point. People have sometimes surprised her, though. Popping the cigar in one of her pockets, she gets down from the table with a swing of her legs, and steps towards him.
I'm Tayrey. Lieutenant Tayrey.' She's unconcerned about levels of formality; she's been here too long for that, but accuracy is another matter. 'Peace and prosperity to you.' She sticks out a hand to shake his, wearing a politely expectant expression.
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She knows he's new, of course. Tayrey's been here half a year, all the old faces are familiar. She's guessing he's another Earther, from the way he addressed her - and from sheer probability, at this point. People have sometimes surprised her, though. Popping the cigar in one of her pockets, she gets down from the table with a swing of her legs, and steps towards him.
I'm Tayrey. Lieutenant Tayrey.' She's unconcerned about levels of formality; she's been here too long for that, but accuracy is another matter. 'Peace and prosperity to you.' She sticks out a hand to shake his, wearing a politely expectant expression.