"Oh I will happily get you turps and coffin nails." Flan grins, swinging her legs as she flirts with the big slab of muscle. "Anyway, it's cool! I never got my DNA done 'cause it'll make a match with my parents and oh boy there's going to be a bunch of questions out of that, so I don't know if I have the minimum or if I've got nothing at all. Also, the corporations that own it all in my time are like, weirdo techobros."

"Yeah, civilian seems about right! I just got here like, a week ago, so I'm still feeling it all out. Buuuuut-" Flan ticks off the important things on her fingers. "Everybody here's kidnapped to be used as fuel. The ship's magical and runs off of suffering. There's free food and drinks but they only get restocked once a week, or at random in the shops. Sometimes, the ship gives you gifts but they're not always nice ones. There's a lot of people from different universes here so you've got high tech places and no-tech places and magic and yadda yadda. Death isn't like, permanent here either. When you die, you come back to life!"

"Aaaannnnddd my name is Flan." She holds out her hand to shake his.