Looking down at herself one last time, Kreska grinned again. "You're so fuckin' sweet," she told the mechanic, because clearly, she was being polite as all hell. Giving her clothes, trying to make her feel better… too damn nice.
"Aww, gorgeous, I di'n' mean it like that't all," she said, because of course terms of endearment could only ever be applied to ships. Particularly that one. It was doubtful that she'd ever referred to a humanoid as 'gorgeous' in her entire life.
Maybe the test was a soft spot, since the age put her right in range to not be able to say 'chimichanga'. That seemed like it could be embarrassing, for an accomplished intelligence.
Calrathiion. Wasn't that–
"So you're Cady, but th'ship's Var:jo, so y'all're separate?" She didn't know why that was what she latched onto, what seemed like a peculiar mind/body disconnect. There were intelligences that existed without bodies, of course, and there were those that were intended for particular chasses, and there were those for whom a ship was the only chassis they could ever know. Maybe the split was to account for the alien tech? But that seemed like a potential inefficiency, precious picoseconds lost in telling the ship what to do.
Though maybe Kreska was the only one who'd count those picoseconds as precious.
The sound of male laughter, and a male voice to match, utterly derailed that train of thought as Kreska went stiff as rigor mortis. Blank-faced, fists at her sides, still balanced on her toes but without any of the curve or bounce. Unanticipated and unwelcome company when she'd expected only Rocket, she watched his entrance, and did not begin to soften until she'd watched him a few moments more.
A droid. That was fine, then. Even if his chassis left much to be desired.
She huffed with the realization that she hadn't been breathing, rocked back on her heels with a curl to her mouth. "Nice t'meetcha, Camdis."
Looking back to Rocket, her faint pout was rueful. "Swear t'fuck I di'n' mean t'be sucha huge pain in yer ass an' you're tryna get work done an' all. I can go back t'bed'r whatevs till m'clothes're done, if ya want."
Even if the prospect of getting to see the engines was goddamn delightful.
"Aww, gorgeous, I di'n' mean it like that't all," she said, because of course terms of endearment could only ever be applied to ships. Particularly that one. It was doubtful that she'd ever referred to a humanoid as 'gorgeous' in her entire life.
Maybe the test was a soft spot, since the age put her right in range to not be able to say 'chimichanga'. That seemed like it could be embarrassing, for an accomplished intelligence.
Calrathiion. Wasn't that–
"So you're Cady, but th'ship's Var:jo, so y'all're separate?" She didn't know why that was what she latched onto, what seemed like a peculiar mind/body disconnect. There were intelligences that existed without bodies, of course, and there were those that were intended for particular chasses, and there were those for whom a ship was the only chassis they could ever know. Maybe the split was to account for the alien tech? But that seemed like a potential inefficiency, precious picoseconds lost in telling the ship what to do.
Though maybe Kreska was the only one who'd count those picoseconds as precious.
The sound of male laughter, and a male voice to match, utterly derailed that train of thought as Kreska went stiff as rigor mortis. Blank-faced, fists at her sides, still balanced on her toes but without any of the curve or bounce. Unanticipated and unwelcome company when she'd expected only Rocket, she watched his entrance, and did not begin to soften until she'd watched him a few moments more.
A droid. That was fine, then. Even if his chassis left much to be desired.
She huffed with the realization that she hadn't been breathing, rocked back on her heels with a curl to her mouth. "Nice t'meetcha, Camdis."
Looking back to Rocket, her faint pout was rueful. "Swear t'fuck I di'n' mean t'be sucha huge pain in yer ass an' you're tryna get work done an' all. I can go back t'bed'r whatevs till m'clothes're done, if ya want."
Even if the prospect of getting to see the engines was goddamn delightful.
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