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f-fashion tips? who the hell do you think i am? whatever, thanks anyways. i got them for pretty cheap, i guess. i just wear the same clothes, i’m more used to that.
…my talent? hm. use that archivist brain of yours to find out.
thank you for being my friend, katia. i'm g-glad i can be yours too... i'll try to be a good friend. for real, this time. a-and i'll keep working on my end of our promise..!
…huh. i’m sure you’ll find a lot of rocks to go crazy for up in space. you don’t seem the sort to take anything seriously though, i think that’s gonna be your downfall. hm.
i don't understand. maybe i didn't know katia morales as well as i thought.
it technician…it technician…in this day and age, we’d probably need one. admittedly, i haven’t seen much technology in my life - nothing that advanced - but i can say it’s useful. good. don’t be…ugh, annoying about it, though.
You're so weird. Everyone always hated you, Katia.
i guess piano doesn’t do much for survival in space, but…i’ve heard it boosts morale. at least we won’t go crazy, or whatever. play something good - you don’t have much else going for you here. still, hopefully you’re much more than just that.
Music is not everything for a Pianist, I have plenty of hobbies that are to satisfy your... partially harsh thoughts about myself.
I never play something bad, those days are long gone, buried in my pass.
And now, while the stars and planets bear witness to our existence up here, what would you like to hear in this eternal evening?
…hm. cultural anthropology isn’t that bad of a field. it’d definitely bring *something* to the table, at least. you yourself? well, can’t say much. your talent will only get you so far, is all i’ll tell.
The fuck is that supposed to mean? Hah. If I can do the work, who gives a shit about anything else? Isn't that right, No-Talent?
a gardener. sure, because the spaceship will have a garden. between you, and the other people here, i find it difficult to know why they picked someone of your talent. let’s hope there’s more to you than meets the eye, hm?
Ehehe... um... what's the saying again... ah shoot, Oh! Judging a book by it's cover, I see. Gardening is a lot more than flowers you know-! I take care of the food and vegetation on the ship, at least that's what they told me... So-! If you want to eat a potato I'm your girl to ask for that-!
Although, ehehe... I don't wanna talk about myself too much, I wonder why you're here...?
advocate, huh? who are you advocating for - especially *here?* in the world outside, yeah, that’s pretty useful, but in a spaceship? well, you do look like you have more to you than just an ‘advocate’. let’s hope my impressions are right - for the both of us.
I'm here to analyze risks, decisively mediate, and resolve conflicts.
As for my advocacy.. Ideally, I won't need to show you. Maybe I'll be advocating for you.
I don't know much about you. That means I'll be keeping an eye on you, Katia.
And *that* means we'll be spending time together. If things work out, maybe we can even be friends.
…never grew up on religion. i don’t know if i could. but what good would a priest be here? not like religion is necessary. are you gonna preach to the aliens?
[He giggles.] You're quite funny! Sure, I can preach to the aliens if they express the interest! Would you like to hear? Or would you like to talk about something else? ...I like your glasses! I'm glad you're here.
ultimate use your imagination, or whatever. you aren’t useless to have here, an ultimate nurse is a respectable enough title to have. i’ll be just fine without your help, but, time calls for whatever time calls for.
Ah... excuse me, Mx. Katia? What was your Ultimate title? I'm afraid I must have missed it. No matter... if you have any health concerns, it is my duty to assist you. Please don't be afraid to ask.
…i only got to have cakes on my birthday. they were okay. sometimes they were too dry, but it was better than most things. you bake a lot of cakes, don’t you?
…tch, yeah, i guess your talent is also useful here. even if you can’t have non-space food.
Somebody needs to bring some substance to the celebrations, and goodness knows Mr. Ly wouldn't know a thing about sweetness or partying. I can get /my/ job done, Mx. Katia... can /you?/
d-do i *what?* what’s up with you? or, more accurately, what’s *wrong* with you? i don’t really want to thank you for the compliment.
Oh, you're pretty; you'd do well in the treetops, like a mountain lion. Do you also bury the things you care for?