[ The woman turns her hand over, and Ariane slides her flesh fingers in between the metallic ones. They fit perfectly into place. Ariane doesn't question it, like she doesn't question helping the other woman clean up, or approaching her in the first place. She's just here, in the present moment, as her headache begins to subside. ]
Elster. [ Ariane repeats. The name feels nice to say. ] Like a little magpie.
[ Ariane smiles at her own joke, small and a little lopsided. The little magpie is, obviously, taller than she is, and probably able to easily take Ariane in any kind of physical fight.
The numerical designation, on the other hand, rings differently. It takes Ariane a moment to place, but once she realizes, her eyes grow wide. ]
Before this, I was on a ship. The Penrose-512. A scout vessel of the Eusan People's Navy. Do you know it?
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Elster. [ Ariane repeats. The name feels nice to say. ] Like a little magpie.
[ Ariane smiles at her own joke, small and a little lopsided. The little magpie is, obviously, taller than she is, and probably able to easily take Ariane in any kind of physical fight.
The numerical designation, on the other hand, rings differently. It takes Ariane a moment to place, but once she realizes, her eyes grow wide. ]
Before this, I was on a ship. The Penrose-512. A scout vessel of the Eusan People's Navy. Do you know it?