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[ Her options are at this point, are brood up how much she wants to kill Damon and Elena, or get on with work. She didn't do so well at brooding, though her mind is still so new, so sharp and edged and not kept inside of herself. But in this case, a fire trying to find new kindling to keep itself going. Her own impatience and frustration are evident. But when isn't she anyway - ]

( I was informed when I arrived that we need to be ... ascertaining particular pieces of information.

Have we begun such? If not, should we not begin planning to reconnoitre? )

[ She has already plans, but even so, if it's already been done - well, she's happy to be told if it means she doesn't have to go chasing her own tail. ]

( And does anyone know how to use these - light books - that has the time to show me? It keeps flashing at me and I cannot make it stop. I think it wants something. )

[ The data pad, she means the data pad, she's grouchy at it for not! giving her! the things! she wants! Being a grandma in space is a trial. ]

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He said something similar to me.

[ And the snort of dismissive laughter says exactly what she thinks of that notion. But even so, let it not be said that at least where it wasn't concerned with Half-Breeds, she could be somewhat moderate as she leans into her work. ]

It may be so that is what serves us best. But I do not think you should ever forget what has made you. You owe what you are to those served you in body and soul.

[ It's not about them, and to that, she hears this notion - of hive, of being part of the many, and to that - this connection is the second, not the first she has ever made. She has always belonged to many, and it is for them she will always act first. ] They deserve better than to be forgotten so readily.

I think... I think you're right. That's what I'd rather believe in, than just forget about what defined me before I arrived here. It's not so easy to just shrug off who you once were.

[He looks at her more directly this time, straightening, tilting his chin upwards -- not proud, just a physical showing of affirmation.]

Anyway, I'm glad someone believes the same. Sorry, I was supposed to be showing you how to use this technology?

Always.

[ Ah - that, right, and she sets aside her sewing for now. A frustration over the ridiculous flat screen that she does not comprehend and yet continues to flash at her like it has something to say. ]

It will not desist in it's... noises.

[He smiles a little.]

Yeah... it does that.

[He shifts to move, but then hesitates. Noctis motions at the empty space just next to her, wanting to draw near enough so that he can provide a demonstration without having to awkwardly lean forward the entire time.]

Um, may I?

[ She waves her hand to indicate him to have the space he wants beside her - not bothered if only for the dance of his asking and her allowance. The presumption, after all, would be what is too much. ] By all means, whatever you need to let it give me some peace.

[It's the permission he needs, and so Noctis gets up just long enough to scoot over and sit beside her, legs crossed. He taps at the screen, and it's obvious that he's far more comfortable with technology like this. Back home in Eos, after all, he spent more than a few days just glued to his phone to pass the time.]

All these notifications... it just means there's been some updated info recently.

[He pans the screen to face her, sliding a finger down said notification list to clear them.]

See?

This is where we will receive communications about our orders?

[ She leans over the screen, careful to not touch him too much as that comes with leaning into his shoulder as she takes his cues. ]

That, and an overview of what the mission is. A reference for the tools that we've been given, and profiles on... important targets, too.

[He doesn't mind her leaning close, given that he sees only as what it is -- her being curious, and him being willing to teach.]

So you don't have anything like this at all, where you come from?

[she shakes her head slowly, bit it's distracted to the task of learning the device in front of her. ]

No. Unless you count... Telegrams I suppose? Radio and Morse code might be a sight closer.

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