[Radiant lass? Now he sounds like one of the more flirtatious downstation types. Ari flashes him a bright smile, but doesn't otherwise encourage him. They aren't downstation, after all.]
I see you're familiar with our Doctor Watson! I don't usually hold with reading fiction, but I made an exception for some of his. They're entertaining enough, even if the cultural references are lost on me.
[Which leads neatly back to his question.] I'm a spacer. Lieutenant astrogator aboard the TS Prosperity. Before that, home was a Company-owned colony. Cardalek. [She has guessed, of course, that he'll be unfamiliar.] It's alright if you don't know it. None of the Earthers do. My ship sailed the stars. Interstellar trade, and protection of the trading routes and our insured colonies all the way down the lines to the frontier.
[She may be underestimating just how unusual it'll seem to him. She carries on, regardless.] The faceless woman is local, yes. She's called Friday. Our captor is local, too. The lunatic calling himself a captain. [With a dismissive shake of her head, she adds:] I know captains, and that man is not a qualified or certified captain by any measure, on any planet. How we got here? Interdimensional kidnapping. [That much must be obvious. She moves on briskly.] Now what'll we have first? Supply inventory, or drinks? I can send word to Doctor Watson that you want to meet with him, when the time comes.
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I see you're familiar with our Doctor Watson! I don't usually hold with reading fiction, but I made an exception for some of his. They're entertaining enough, even if the cultural references are lost on me.
[Which leads neatly back to his question.] I'm a spacer. Lieutenant astrogator aboard the TS Prosperity. Before that, home was a Company-owned colony. Cardalek. [She has guessed, of course, that he'll be unfamiliar.] It's alright if you don't know it. None of the Earthers do. My ship sailed the stars. Interstellar trade, and protection of the trading routes and our insured colonies all the way down the lines to the frontier.
[She may be underestimating just how unusual it'll seem to him. She carries on, regardless.] The faceless woman is local, yes. She's called Friday. Our captor is local, too. The lunatic calling himself a captain. [With a dismissive shake of her head, she adds:] I know captains, and that man is not a qualified or certified captain by any measure, on any planet. How we got here? Interdimensional kidnapping. [That much must be obvious. She moves on briskly.] Now what'll we have first? Supply inventory, or drinks? I can send word to Doctor Watson that you want to meet with him, when the time comes.