[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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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.