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[ A woman in what can charitably called a working cat suit is leaning over a desk of some dark, varnished wood that makes her look halfway between a teenage fantasy, and an actual schoolmarm. Her elbow is half-engulfed in flames of one of the faux-heated lamp fixtures set on her desk; a hint she's somewhere out in her apartment in the Fire Sector, and that she's got the rules down pat that she has already worked out "fire bad, but not all the time." ]

The technology here is impressive for the what little resources an organic planetoid should, theoretical, be capable of culling. It's only been a few days and already the convinces of their equipment have mollified me enough that I don't need to worry about feeling cut off from what I'm accustomed to back on Earth, or something more spacefaring.

[ She taps her gloved fingers on some unseen surface. ]

What does raise an eyebrow is their complete disregard for the scientifically curious. They damn near ripped me to pieces when all I did was try to get a DNA sample from this turtle the general populace nothing short of venerates. I'm up to my ears in unanswered questions and barely passable resources, but the best this place has yet to give me in terms of a resolution is some dogmatic bullshit best suited for a church.

Also, hello. [ Standard human greeting: Complete afterthought. ]

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[That... is a lot of talking.

Also this woman is gorgeous and very no-nonsense. Asami likes her already, even if she's feeling a little star-struck.]

So you're a scientist?

[Her expression is curious, but open enough. It's not like she's one for subterfuge.]

[Interesting.]

I think they made a bit of an effort to hook us up with all the latest tech, hence the consoles and other stuff in our suite.

[and then she makes a point to look a little unsure] You probably should've asked before trying to take stuff from the turtle.

[it's a statement designed to get a reaction; scientists can be a tricky lot]

What, you found it weird that they don't want you investigating?

[God, this woman has 'Talia' written all over her, doesn't she. Bruce's expression is... amused. One eyebrow raised, a slight upwards twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

Is it the dogmatic bullshit you aren't fond of, or the churches?

[That is said so very casually, and he tips his drink at her in greeting.]

[Ororo's pretty sure she got the gist of it, but when you learn English off of John Wayne, some things are bound to slip past.]

Okay, want to try that again in English? Not everybody here speaks Nerd.

Well hellooooo nurse.

[Words are pretty much irrelevant here as far as he's concerned. Sexy? Check. Sorry, Miranda, but he's basically contractually obligated to flirt. And also to stare at your tits. Did they pour you into that catsuit, or is it just him?]

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