Among the Stars - Main thread

Adira merely looked down at Saami and shrugged. "It was no problem. I'm trained in negotiations, Sam, remember? All that matters is you're free and you get to see Amy."

3488/12/28 12:02:13

It had proven necessary for Adira to allow Saami to deal with the new crewmen, and all she had been able to do was tell him to "Please try to be nice." Meanwhile, she was sitting on one of those public transports she hated, and was just waiting to arrive at her destination. It was some government building that she had never been to, nor had she cared to learn the name of. The message that had summoned her there was sudden, surprising, and strange. The topic alluded to upset her, and yet she had a distinct feeling that she would only become more upset once the actual conversation began.

3488/12/28 13:12:47

Walking out of the building, Adira took her pistol from the guard without a word and began walking quickly. Not toward a shuttle station, or toward the pier, or anywhere specific. Her eyes were on her messages as she replied to some contacts that she'd not spoken to in months. Once that was done, she knew where she was headed: the bad side of Verglas. Familiar territory for her. She sent a simple message to Saami: "Will not be there to meet the new ones today or tomorrow, and possibly not the day after." There was no way for her to promise anyone anything. Her communicator buzzed, and she read the message and grinned. A bloody night was about to ensue.

3488/12/29 14:35:12

"Alright, listen up newbies! The captain isn't here, so that means I'm in charge." Sam had taken this glorious moment to let out all possible power fantasies he'd ever had, having lined up the two new crewmen so he could properly talk to them; hands folded behind his back and speaking loudly it was rather clear he enjoyed pacing in front of them just a bit too much. He either was very good at doing this, or he'd rehearsed in his mind, cause every time he turned around his words fell exactly into place with the motion. "That means I get to explain the rules. They are very important to know. Because the ship is a bit prissy about what it likes and does not. If you think I'm harsh, just wait till you're on the ship. For she is a picky bitch about eeeeeverything." This part seemed to be more or less him venting about the ship, and not so much anything instructional. "The rules are as follows: nobody acts up or fights, no scratching, no biting and no noogies either. In the same vein, you will not shout or make loud sounds unless vital. You stay out of the cockpit unless it is absolutely necessary I know something. You will not mess with things that aren't in your job description, and if they are in your job description you will not mess them up. Be nice, don't cause any trouble, and don't... turn on the microwave and the washing machine at the same time. It somehow causes all the electronics in the ship to crash..." It appeared he had gone through his nonsensical rules, now standing in front of the newfound crew with a more serious face. "Lastly, you can consider everyone on board this ship family from the moment we leave port until we return. You can hate eachother all you want in Verglas, but on board we work together toward our mission, and to get everyone back where you can happily continue trying to kill them. Keep this in mind and there won't be any trouble, if you don't adhere to it, I will consider it my personal responsibility to remove whatever, or whomever causes these situations, in any way I deem necessary. This also means that as long as you stay respectful, you won't have to address me with Lieutenant or any such silly titles. Have I been clear or do I need to repeat myself?"

Solar Daddy theunderwolf

3488/13/28 01:18:28

The last place one would expect to find a Captain of reputation was a bar in the underbelly of Verglas, where criminals were known to frequent in the early hours of the morning. However, Adira's reputation was the sort that might lead one who truly knew her to exactly that place, which was logical, since she'd already downed over half a bottle of rum and was starting to pick a fight. She didn't want to get any more drunk, but she didn't want to leave just yet either. As always, she abided by her rule: she only consumed alcohol after she'd killed someone, be it directly or indirectly.

The mess she had made for herself, from murdering a few slave buyers to getting rather drunk was how she distracted herself from other problems, and in this case she had a lot to distract herself from. The altercation with a man had begun verbally and escalated to physical fighting. Though Adira was smaller than him, she was skilled, and her enemy didn't last long against her, though he did manage to punch her face once before she knocked him unconscious. It would have been easier for her to shoot him, but she didn't have a reason to kill him. He had done no horrible wrong in her eyes.

The rest of the bar stared at her in silence as she took another swing from her bottle of rum and sat back down at her empty table. She was more than sober enough for coherency, and still kept a sharp eye about herself. No doubt word had spread about the murders earlier, though nobody could have known it was her, and fewer would have been surprised anyway. It was simply part of Black Market life.

The fight was quick, and she did surprisingly well, yet he was still surprised to actually see her here. Taken off guard and acting on intuition, he decided that confronting her may provide results, so he took a step forward. "Oh captain, my captain!" Michael snickered, walking out of the shadows of the shady bar with a large, heavy briefcase in his left hand, he was wearing new clothing, at least seemingly new, all dark black with a long overcoat that flowed slightly with any wind. After he spoke, he stood silent for a moment, thinking if what he said was too cocky or arrogant...made him seem like a jackass maybe. Actually, all the better for him if people saw him like that, less likely to bother him unless it was vital. And finding the captain of his ship in some bar full of scumbags and crooks. Decently surprising and maybe vital. Michael moved past the people, and over the limp person on the ground. He then dropped down into a seat next to her, looking over with a curious look "May I ask what you're doing in a place that you would usually only find someone like myself in?" As he said this, he dropped the briefcase, and an audible click came from inside, yet there was seemingly no affect, just Michael looking over at his captain with confusion...Confusion as to why someone with a ranking such as hers would ever end up in here.

Adira looked up at Michael initially as he'd spoken, and again as he sat down. He had a point, it wasn't the typical place to find one of her rank, however, Michael also didn't know her well. Some of her old crew, from the Lullaby, they wouldn't have been surprised. Woods wouldn't have been surprised.... but perhaps a bit disappointed. And why wouldn't he have been? She'd given into old habits she hadn't touched in months. But she was actually doing things again.... It was a fair trade in her opinion. She gave Michael an easy smile and said, "Why, I'm getting drunk, of course. I'm a bit surprised to find you here as well, actually. I thought you'd have kept away from this... area... now that you have a proper job. Oh, don't worry, I'm not judging you for that, I'm here too, after all." Adira looked him over for a few seconds, then asked, "Is it too intrusive of me to ask why you are here, though? With that briefcase and all?" She had a sneaking suspicion as to why he had that - he was a professional sniper, after all.

He leaned his head down, smirking when she asked about the briefcase. A high power sniper rifle that fit together like puzzle pieces. "Ah, doesn't hurt to make extra money, I feel like you'd know that. And besides, if I walked around in some high class bar instead of a place like here, I wouldn't get to the people I need to get to." He looked around at the room, which seemed to be slowly going back to normality, not surprising. He then pulled something out of a pouch on his belt, a small cigarette, yet the design showed crude fashion. He then pulled an old fashioned lighter out of another, putting the cigarette in his mouth and leaning back in his seat while clicking the lighter against the edge of his mouth. "To be entirely honest, this is why I haven't been sleeping much lately, out doing-well, you can guess what i've been doing. And about the whole...'proper job' thing, don't get me wrong, I greatly appreciate you and Saami for having me aboard and helping, but it's still kinda hard for me to settle in to that kind of work." He looked over at her again, waiting for her response. He had no doubt she would understand, but the question in his mind is how long she planned to be out her, he could only imagine what duties a captain of a ship must have- although he really had no idea, just seemed like a lot to him.

Adira slowly nodded. "I can understand having difficulty settling down. I mean, I've been a Captain for however long, and I'm here." She still didn't say why she was in that bar specifically. He was here to get a job to kill people, she was here after having killed people for fun. Not really fun, per se... more just to have some satisfaction, to take out her own problems. But she was doing good while doing it, wasn't she? "But, ah... sleep is important. Don't skimp on that if you can avoid it." It had been a very long time since she'd had a decent night's sleep, and it was unwilling on her part. She looked around the bar, then chuckled, "It is the people in these places that are what attract. Each person has their own reason for being here, but why specifically here? All linked by this kind of environment and the people in it. For you it just happens to be, as you said, 'the people you need to get to.'"

Mako was standing up straight, trying to look as friendly as possible. Her studies of human body language concluded that contrary to her nature, looking big and confident was friendly for some reason. Personally though she knew that looking bigger was a sign of aggression for some people. But despite her shrunken antlers, hidden fangs and turquoise eyes she thought she was really starting to pass as human. She still couldn't help but think that the biting and scratching comment was directed at her. A bit rude but fair. "Oh yes," She replied quickly,"Perfectly and totally clear. but I have questions and some concerns and I'll need to be starting immediately of course I've received the crew's medical records but I need to check on all of you personally asap. Can you communicate that to the captain? First analysis is you need to quit smoking, I can smell the tobacco on your breath from here. Oh sorry that was rude shouldn't be advising you in front of others, manners aren't my strong suit and I'm excited. Can you show me to the medbay?"

Michael inhaled, looking around at the people before setting the cigarette down on the table. It had an oddly unique smell to it, soothing, at least to him, maybe he brought it from his home planet? "A lot of them are scumbags...But those kinds of people talk, and some of them pay well to have other scumbags killed, so I can't complain." He said with a seemingly twisted smile on his face. His face returned to it's normal emotionless stance quickly and he went to stand up. "I can only imagine that your business here isn't pleasant either, so if you have anything you still need to do here, I'll leave you to it, captain." He reached down, picking up his briefcase and pushing himself out of the seat "Oh, and i'm pretty sure that it goes without saying that I don't bring this up to anyone else on the crew and neither do you, especially the new guys." He walked into the crowd, disappearing under the hood he pulled up. God it felt so weird to him when he said it. New guy. He used to be in that position, and he felt awkward in it. Well, he still felt awkward for the most part, the quiet and unattached person who vanished without a trace for a little bit every time they got to a planet and then barely spoke. And when he did speak, he was arrogant, cocky. Oh well, no stopping it now, that was how people perceived him and he thought it was better that way, people believing you're something you're not. And with no work left to do, back to his room he went, maybe to get some sleep.

Argus was standing a little bit away from the group of new recruits. He wanted to provide the lieutenant some back up with them, but more important, he wanted to have a gauge of who exactly they have been assigned. But most importantly, he wanted to make sure that Saami did scare off the new recruits or that they made him pissed. He was simply the welcome committee. So far, the lieutenant seems to be doing a good job with the newbies. He not exactly the warmest but he has a slight charm to him that he is using with the new recruits. Argus quickly caught the question from the new medical specialist so he introduces himself.

“Medical specialist Dowrean, I believe you're getting ahead of yourself. Of course, a tour of the ship is on the schedule and all files will be delivered at an appropriate time. Right now, introductions are in order. For example; I am a communication specialist Argus Stein, it’s a pleasure to have you on the team.” There was an affirmative, put pleasant tone to his voice. He wanted to ease the new crew members in their tasks. Especially since the crew has some down time. His tablet in hand making sure he looked as professional as possible but also trying his best to let the lieutenant take the lead in this situation.

Silas looked over at the other recruit with a small smile as he held his stance in place. Seeing the reaction from the higher officer, he noted what Mako said. "Only thing I need to know is where the engine room is." He said, not able to resist twisting the end of his beard like some evil villain. "I'll be your resident mechanic if that'll do. I'm eager to see the ships workings as soon as possible." Silas couldn't hide the excitement in his voice but maintained a calm and relaxed look. He wasn't used to protocol and rules, so he decided to say and do as little as possible.
Instead, Silas did what he did best - saving judgement of others for when they showed their strengths and weaknesses. He didn't want to develop a bias on them based on their looks, especially the odd behavior of Mako and the formal-esque presence of Sam's lectures earlier. Some of the rules seemed odd, especially the part about the microwave and washer, but he understood he was the new recruit, and he had to fallow any boundaries they set, no matter how ridiculous they sounded. Argus seemed respectable and formal, happy to see he was trying to help ease them into their new roles.

"Thank you Pinky, we'll get to the tour in a minute anyway. Not that there's too much to see... introductions first. Pinky here," Saami pointed his thumb sideways at Argus while speaking. "Is the resident communications expert. I'm Saami, I have no fancy last names but they did give me a serial code so I guess we're even, and I'm your head pilot and second in command to the captain. The one who couldn't make it, so you'll see me commanding in second a bit more today." Frankly, he didn't really need to hear their introductions, as he'd done his research already on who they were. But reading a description and hearing it from the person themselves were two different things that told quite different stories. So he listened politely to them before they'd get a tour of the ship, and hoped that once they saw they wouldn't get claustrophobic. He was especially worried about Mako, moreso because he wasn't sure how a predator would do with a few square feet of space at any given time...

About half an hour later, he'd shown them the ship and where their rooms and workplaces were, and just exactly how small it was. At least it had a shiny new engine now and they'd resupplied.
"We'll be leaving on our next mission in two days, so if you have any questions, ask them now so we can fix things if we have to."

"I've got a question," Silas spoke up after the tour. He had nearly fallen over in excitement after seeing the new ship he'd be working on. "What sort of mission are we going on?" He hadn't really spent too much time focusing on anything Sam had said during the tour, instead focusing on the machinery and build of the ship. Silas was ready to get to work on anything he could to prove himself worthy of his place. His fingers twitched in anticipation, the thoughts of the engine running through his head. It had been a few weeks since the last time he worked on something, and Silas had already spotted a few things he could give a quick touch-up to. Maybe he could find a fix for their power problem? Or even some of the faulty wiring hanging from some of the crevices of the ship? To Silas, the possibilities were endless on what he could start on.

"Aaaah, well this mission is actually a rather important one. We have to go and extract some people caught behind IR lines. Civilians, but they rely on us, and the government can't interfere due to some political hoo-haa. Basically they need us to do the dangerous job, but you won't get close to the fighting. Unless they shoot us out of the air that is... then again, I'm flying, so you might just end up shaken." Saami grinned a bit at that last sentence, rather confident in his own abilities. If anything he was sure it wouldn't be the hard part to get in... getting everyone out safe would be a much bigger problem. "I will lay out detailed plans on how we will proceed, for now, keep the ship flying and your mustache won't be harmed, Mister 'stachy. Not by the enemies' doing at least."

Mako flinched a little at the pronunciation of her name but she couldn't exactly blame him. Ffered names were literally impossible to pronounce by humans, due to subtle body language cues and hissing being a large part of the language. You needed to say Dowrean with a slight swimming motion and a high pitched eee. "It's a pleasure to meet you Argus!" She said brightly," Just call me Mako or doctor or any combination of the two. You too Saami."
She enjoyed the tour greatly, though she realized it was a piece of crap. It was still so very exciting though. But someone else seemed to be in her medBay. And filling her medical space with expirements. Odd. She would need that space for supplies! So when the tour ended she waited patiently for Saami to explain the first mission. "Do we have to worry about any specific injuries or infections? Also who am I sharing my workspace with?

"You are sharing your medbay with... Lydia... she's our field medic of sorts..." More like crazy doctor... the way Saami had spoken her name it seemed as if it was made of vitriol. If he could he'd have rather not spoken of her, as if the word in itself was like this universal bringer of doom. His facial expression too was a weird combination of hateful and anxious. "We might get shot? Depends on it... we could get blown up as well. The civilians we find might not be in great condition either. Prepare for the worst, we should be stocked with medicines at least, even if they're not that good." For a little moment Saami's gaze drifted to the side before he bit his finger as if in doubt of something. Perhaps the seriousness of things hit him, something that obviously didn't happen that often. Still staring off he pointed at Mako, not even having to look at her to know where she was. "If something does happen to happen though, and you have to decide between me and someone else, pick the other. I'm more resilient than I look." That wasn't quite the true reason, even if it was true otherwise. Moreso he didn't want to be saved if it meant losing someone else, that wasn't why he was here... he wasn't here to get rescued. He was there to do the rescuing, settle some debts, and he wouldn't let himself be saved first if it meant the life of someone else.

Argus couldn't contain his smirk ,as he observed the new mechanics excitement about the ship. Stories from other FFA members claimed he was a very talented mechanic, both helping with maintenance and ship creation. Anyone could easily see that he had a passion for his work. When Sam started to explain the next mission, argus quickly went to work. He began taking detailed notes for his records. another transportion mission? Although this one seems slight more dangerous. "I wouldn't worry to much Silas. Sam loves this ship and if your able to maintain it ,like your reputation claims, then you will be one of his favorites." Argus gave him a small nod and smile. That's when a discussion about the medical Needs of the mission began, argus toned out a little. "I think it's important that we try not to dwell on the what ifs? Right now expect injuries when it come to the civilians. And more importantly know that they may suffer from extreme mental and emotionally trauma. It's important that we have sedatives ready, the last we want is a civilian losing control. " the doctor's file reassure him that she was a capable medic and could handle anything that presented itself. "Anyway I think we hold any further discussion for when the whole crew is together. For now how about we grab some food, my treat." He also figured he would invited Lydia,so he sent he a message through his tablet.

Silas couldn't help but smile at Argus' comment. Seeing someone else as happy as him brought his spirits up a bit, especially after his offer for food. Silas could probably eat a planets-worth of food in a few hours, and would never turn down the possibility of another meal. After all, it was from his new colleague and fellow shipmate. "I'm ready for some food. I'll help pay if I can." Silas often found himself wasting his money on anything he could, and was often without anything at all, but made sure to help out anyone he could. He wanted to tell the new medic he was able to lend a hand if the med-bay got too swamped with wounded, but felt he might be better at fixing machines than people. So, he decided to stay out of the medic's conversation for now until they formally introduced.

"Hrm," Mako said quietly meditating on Saami's statements, " Leave the medical ethics to me dear, as long as I'm around everyone is equal in priority. That said if what I'm guessing is true, you won't bleed out quick so I'll accede to your 'I want to be in pain for longer' demand. This Lydia worried her though, from the grimace on the pilots face, she could guess Lydia's effect on the crew had been less then satisfactory. Just another mystery, no medical files, no planetary mission information. If she wasn't given the necessary information how was she expected to prep properly? If the challenge didn't excite her so much she'd be very annoyed. Argus brought up a good point though, trauma could be a major factor that she had to consider, especially if she was reading Saami correctly. That one had layers. "Food sounds good!", She said happily, "Is there a seafood place around? I have some decent cash left if we wanna get the good stuff!" She tried to play it off but she was salivating at the thought of getting some fish in her belly before weeks of canned foods.

While Sam was giving the newbies the welcome speech, Lydia was busy proof-reading through and preparing to send the crews' medical files to her newest coworker. Whilst doing so a small message popped up at the top of the screen, from Argus, inviting her to come meet the new members of the crew. So after sending the files, she read a bit of Mako's own file while on her way to meet them. Personally, it excited her that one of their new crewmembers was a shapeshifting species, and she hoped her reputation that was built on the lullabye didn't ruin the opportunity to make acquaintances and friends.
Lydia quietly entered the room with a small wave to those whose backs weren't to her, hoping not to interrupt anyone. From what she heard, her first impression was that her new coworker was just as excited for her new job as Lydia was to meet her, athough more visibly so. When there was a pause in the conversation, Lydia used it to introduce herself.
'Hello, I'm Lydia! Medic and biochemist. '
She punctuated her statement with an awkward chuckle.
'I've sent you the crew's medical files, and I can show you what we have available in the medbay. It's not much, though.' She added this quickly, as if she had almost forgotten, and brought herself back to the business of introduction, 'Very nice to meet you both.'

Argus was pleasantly surprised to see Lydia come out of the Med-bay and introduce herself to the new crew members. From what he had observed of her, she tends to keep mainly to herself, but hopefully she and Mako will get along. So far everything seems to be going extraordinarily well with the orientation for the newbies. “Alright! Now that the biochemist is here, it’s time to go fill our bellies and have a peaceful relaxing. Oh! Before I forget, I should message the captain and Michael to invite them as well.” Argus began walking towards the exiting while send the address of the restaurant. “Hurry up people, I want to make there for happy hour.” He had an amusing and cheekiness laced in his tone.

Luckily for them the next shuttle bus was only five minutes away, but the shuttle bus will take at least 30 minutes to get to the city dock, then from there they will have to take a second shuttle to get to the skyscraper. On the Brightside, it was a pleasant ride, but the gray scenery didn’t do much to brighten the mood or make Argus feel warm and invited. Either way the point of this is to make Mako and Silas feel welcomed and to help strengthen the bond within the crew, but also because having a nice meal in a restaurant will do everyone some good. Argus continued to make small talk with whoever was up towards it and in no time, they were on the second bus leading to the skyscraper. When they entered the building, Argus led the group toward the floor that housed their destination, the floor resembles a shopping center. It was bustling with different races go in and out of shops and restaurants. The group walked around a little, as Argus tried to find the place that some of his connections recommended. It was a rather simple dinner, with a warm, relaxed, friendly atmosphere. There was a fair share of customers, but the place wasn’t packed. Overall, it took them about an hour to get here, hopefully no one was too annoyed with the hour-long trip.

They were quickly seated in a booth, that could hold all of them and their two missing crew members. A young, female Annan came over to take their drink order. Argus ordered a bottle of red wine for the table, but in all honesty, he was hoping no one would drink it. It's been a long time since he was able to sit back and enjoy a glass of wine so he was going to make the most of it. The Annan looked a bit surprised, but patiently wait for anyone else to give their drink requests. Many of the FFA members said this place had great food, cheap alcohol and overall a relaxed environment and so far from the menu they were right.

3488/13/28 16:47:23

Dragongal Killershard

The bus was something awkward for Mako, she tried to be smooth about it but she was pretty sure she might have slightly dented the floor when she hopped on. She likely didn't, her logical side asserted, but she was so nervous to be perceived as normal that small things like that worried her. She managed to keep a calm exterior through the bus ride though, enjoying the view of the port from the bus window. The bright cities were still alien and exciting to her and she always enjoyed a good view, grey or no. After the bus ride, she jumped back to the side walk happily, bobbing back and forth excitedly as she looked at all the varied people, mind a whirr of medical theory as she automatically evaluated everyone with the slightest injury. She couldn't help it, she just loved her work and she loved the people she could operate on. Not that she wanted people to get hurt but... Yeah. She loved practicing medicine, the fact that people get hurt to let her do it was... unfortunate. She was lost in that train of thought as they entered a restaurant and she scooted into the corner of the booth, gathering her legs underneath her. When the waitress arrived she gladly waited until Argas finished and raised her hand, "Oregano shrub please! A really big one if you would," The waitress nodded and wrote it down, "Have you all eaten here before?" She asked trying to start a conversation that would illuminate her on the people around her.

During the trip, Lydia was abnormally relaxed, as opposed to her usual need to be occupied with something, although one foot was still gently bobbing with the need to be moving. At the moment she was satisfied with observing the scenery of the cityscape, and was so until they reached the restaurant. Lydia ended up on the side of the booth opposite Sam (seeing as how he had chosen his seat after her) close to the wall. When their drinks were served, she tore the end of the straw wrapper off and hesitated a moment, internally debating whether or not she should fire it like a dart, as was a childhood habit. She didn't, though. When orders were being taken, Lydia answered the waitress's question in a bright, positive tone she reserved for people in general. Not people she knew, not acquaintances, friends, or coworkers, just people.
'No, we've not been here before, not all together at least.' She had no clue if any of them had eaten here prior to joining the crew, but it was the go-to reply and it wasn't that important of a question, why are you overthinking this so much? Lydia cursed herself mentally.
'I'll have a salad please, with chicken, fruit, and vinaigrette.'

Silas enjoyed the ride towards his next meal; it was one thing he never had chosen for him. Because of his shoddy work with anything outside of mechanics, he found it hard to find another place to work if he ran off. Due to this, he never really knew what or where he'd eat next. He always made sure to repay anyone who helped him in favors, though. That was the one thing he felt good about - Silas would always repay any debts he owed, no matter how small.

When they arrived, Silas hid his eagerness to eat. Sure, he wasn't as tall as some of the others around him, but he was definitely built large. Not fat, just stocky. His years from working with machines built his muscles up, which, when combined with the look of his dark, long beard and gruff exterior, made him seem like a cold blooded killer. Of course, he was the opposite of that. Silas always tried to keep from hurting anyone or anything. He was as close as you could get to a pacifist without being one. When the call for drinks came up, Silas tried his best to wait politely for the others to answer, seeing them all get some sort of alcoholic beverage. To this, Silas simply replied, "I'll take some water please." He turned to face Mako after his simple order. "I haven't, but I'm sure the others here have. There's a great place you should all try some day though, back on my home planet. Best fried roach you'll ever have."

Saami had just walked behind the rest, rather silently, but watching how Argus interacted with everyone. During the ride on the shuttle bus he'd seem equally distant, a white glow in his eyes that revealed he was looking at something completely different passing by his mind. The new recruits wouldn't now of his ability to watch digital data mentally, but Argus and... Lydia... most likely did, although even while he was manipulating data he seemed to always look somewhat toward Lydia. Not at her, just with her in part of his sight, like he wanted to make sure she wouldn't do anything strange, which was probably also why he kept his distance. He wasn't hostile or openly mean, but he just really didn't appear to be comfortable around her.
When the time came to pick his meal, he'd taken a while to make his choice; quite a bit of food on Verglas was new to him, and restaurant food in general was a concept he hadn't gotten used to yet. He'd known how to make it, he'd dreamt of what it tasted of and eventually made a lot himself, but he didn't often have the resources nor the time to make something like you could get in a restaurant. Which also made him visibly raise his eyebrows when he heard Lydia's weird request for a salad with fruit.
"I'd like a coke and the Verglas snapper." It perhaps seemed a bit selfish that he'd order something rather expensive, but again, he didn't often get the chance to eat out. So whenever he could he'd take the chance to taste something he'd never had before, trying to fill in all these small gaps in his knowledge of normal things. Things like food, but also ads, jokes, and life in general. A walk through the residential district was something wondrous to him, even if he pretended he wasn't in awe by all the lives being lived and the colours and vibrancy passing him by. Even the restaurant in itself he felt giddy about, which was perhaps why he had come with them at all, instead of locking himself up in the ship to do maths. It was even more surprising he'd come in the vicinity of the two doctors, which was telling to the people who knew more about him that he'd actually really wanted to be there. But on the surface he appeared rather cool and unfazed by it all.