Exactly! [Rocket waves his arms in a sort of "this guy gets it" gesture.] I hate the cold, but I already feel better not having to look at that stupid overcrowded station. Imagine what another planet might do for my mood.
[Spoilers: He will always be rude and grumpy until he isn't, but he'd also be happy.]
[Law pauses, giving Rocket a once over.] I'd have thought you'd be more capable of dealing with the cold than most of us, honestly, though the place I'm from is cold so maybe it just doesn't seem that bad to me. . [you know, because of all the fur... Either way, he pauses again, before holding out a hand. It may be overdue, but he's recalled his manners.] Trafalgar Law. If you ever get your hands on a ship, I'd like to come along as well.
[And that's all he's gonna say about that. He stares at the extended hand, does a little headtilt, sighs, and latches onto a finger to shake because that's all he can really get a grip on with his tiny hands.]
Rocket. Consider yourself lucky, then, 'cause I'm the best pilot in the galaxy.
[This is fine, he's had weirder handshakes than this. he looks vaguely amused by the lofty claim, not so much out of doubt as it is the confidence of it.]
I suppose you might as well be, I've not met any others. My ship was a submarine. [Past tense, because he figures he won't see it again. He doesn't suppose the Natha managed to save something like that, given they seem more concerned with retaining people, already a lofty task.]
[yeah, okay, Captain Bluntness.] They got these little fighters up on the station. Can't get you too far, but they're awesome. So if you ever wanna get a feel for it, we can work something out.
[To be nice. Not as an excuse to put his money where his mouth is. Not at all.]
Hah. I think I'm fine without, it's not like I have experience piloting a boat either. [Law, you said you had a ship. You lunatic. You have to explain these sort of comments.]
In case something attacks from space, I guess. Who knows? They ain't exactly forthcoming with a whole lot of information, which is why this place exists.
[He waves a hand.] But, again, no ships. So what do they know?
Maybe it's the pessimist in me, [It is] but have you considered whether it could be to keep the people on El Nysa from leaving the planet any other way?
[They seemed pretty insistent that it was necessary for them to stay here rather than be at like, home or anywhere else.]
If I hadn't seen the Storm myself, yeah, I'm cynical enough to think that that whole destroyed world thing is a ruse and this is one big experiment, but I have seen bits of it, so I know it's a thing.
[He shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another.] Buuut I also think that for all that they're good-natured, they do like to keep eyes on us. Why else would refugees make a place like this where they can't be watched.
[He holds up his hands and sort of mimes weighing.] On the other hand, they seem pretty amicable about this place even existing at all, so I dunno. Shit's complicated, dude.
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Exactly! [Rocket waves his arms in a sort of "this guy gets it" gesture.] I hate the cold, but I already feel better not having to look at that stupid overcrowded station. Imagine what another planet might do for my mood.
[Spoilers: He will always be rude and grumpy until he isn't, but he'd also be happy.]
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I'd have thought you'd be more capable of dealing with the cold than most of us, honestly, though the place I'm from is cold so maybe it just doesn't seem that bad to me.
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[you know, because of all the fur... Either way, he pauses again, before holding out a hand. It may be overdue, but he's recalled his manners.]
Trafalgar Law. If you ever get your hands on a ship, I'd like to come along as well.
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[And that's all he's gonna say about that. He stares at the extended hand, does a little headtilt, sighs, and latches onto a finger to shake because that's all he can really get a grip on with his tiny hands.]
Rocket. Consider yourself lucky, then, 'cause I'm the best pilot in the galaxy.
[OR SO HE SAYS.]
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I suppose you might as well be, I've not met any others. My ship was a submarine.
[Past tense, because he figures he won't see it again. He doesn't suppose the Natha managed to save something like that, given they seem more concerned with retaining people, already a lofty task.]
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[yeah, okay, Captain Bluntness.] They got these little fighters up on the station. Can't get you too far, but they're awesome. So if you ever wanna get a feel for it, we can work something out.
[To be nice. Not as an excuse to put his money where his mouth is. Not at all.]
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[Law, you said you had a ship. You lunatic. You have to explain these sort of comments.]
What exactly does Natha use these "fighters" for?
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[He waves a hand.] But, again, no ships. So what do they know?
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[They seemed pretty insistent that it was necessary for them to stay here rather than be at like, home or anywhere else.]
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[He shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another.] Buuut I also think that for all that they're good-natured, they do like to keep eyes on us. Why else would refugees make a place like this where they can't be watched.
[He holds up his hands and sort of mimes weighing.] On the other hand, they seem pretty amicable about this place even existing at all, so I dunno. Shit's complicated, dude.