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[It's about midday when Shayera turns on the comm, sitting in the comforts of her suite in the Earth Sector. Her expression is her default serious, and her overall demeanor shows she means business, despite feeling a tad unusual about making a public appearance that's not in person. But that aside, she knows that she has something that needs to be said, and a little awkwardness isn't going to stop her.] My name is Shayera Hol. Most of you probably don't know me, but that's not the point here. I'm here to talk about training for self-defense in battle.

[She leans back in her chair to get comfortable, arms crossed as she speaks.] I know there's been a few other posts about this, but having more offers doesn't hurt things. A-- [There's a brief hesitation as she decides which word best describes Kyle. He said family, but... she never agreed to that.] friend of mine brought it to my attention that there are people here who need to know how to fight. There's things here that can kill, and people should be prepared to defend themselves against them should the need arise. I'm a pretty competent fighter, so don't worry about me knowing what I'm doing.

[Then there's the fact that there's teenagers here, and they're really going to need help unless they have some form of fighting on their own.] Even if you have your own powers or whatnot, knowing how to fight is still crucial. I'd be willing to help anybody out, so just give me a call, or come to my apartment, EA-2C. I'll be starting the lessons in a couple of weeks, if nothing unexpected pops up.

[filtered message to Captain James Kirk and Clara Oswald]

[Once that's been taken care of, she fixes up a filter to the two Kyle told her about.] The little ball of sunshine told me about you two in particular needing training, so don't expect to get out of it. If you've got any questions, feel free to drop by.

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It ended with both of us walking off and leaving Wally alone. [So not well at all.

When the image of her home planet comes into view, she has to swallow her emotions to prevent them from getting the better of her. Home. It even looks the same, and a wave of homesickness crashes over her before she even knows what to do. She drifts through the familiar foods, the taste almost in her mouth as she remembers every flavor, every scent, what she would eat with her platoon. She finally decides on four of her favorite foods, pointing them out.] Those.

[He lets her scroll in peace, watching with a fond expression. He'd been away from Earth, but he'd never been forcibly exiled. Not being able to eat his favourite foods, or watch movies, or see another human being - that would one day probably kill him. He wasn't made to be alone in the universe, even if he'd managed fine for a few years. She was much tougher than he was if she'd been able to last through that.]

[He takes a look at something she's pointed out, a meat dish.]

I think we can try this one first. I definitely know where to find stuff that tastes exactly like it.

[She kept going through the foods, even after picking out all the ones she wanted for the time. Until she comes to a certain one that catches her attention, her finger stopping there. A cake-like dessert that she remembers Hro gave her on her birthday ages ago. Even after all these months, all the time she spent moving on, it still stung her heart. She winced, but the pain lasted only a few seconds before going back to focus on the other dishes they chose.] Can you tell me where?

Sure, I'll get you directions later.

[He peers at the cake, that wince didn't escape him, and he takes a leap of faith.]

I only tried that one once, but there's a bakery in Fire Sector that has those in mini-cupcakes.

Thanks, Kyle. [It goes without saying finding food similar to Thanagar's means the world to her.

The fact that those cakes are here is a little stunning. It's just a simple cake, nothing that big, but the message it comes with hurts.] My ex-fiance got them for me one year on my birthday. Not sure if I could stomach them.

Okay. So we avoid them.

[Normally he'd suggest eating them together, forming new memories, but some doors have to be kept shut.]

... Do I have to carry your shopping bags?