[She took the second offered sheet, thinking nothing of it. It'd be more scribbled text with guesses about life aboard the Tranquility and nothing...



else. Natalia ogled the sheet for the second or two it was in her possession, the seam of her lips drawing tighter until America was left with a rather sever scowl; wordlessly taking the third sheet with a bit more force than necessary; accent thick when she did feel herself able to without slinging curses at him]

So-- I see you bypassed the ship's suits. Interesting, albeit unattainable fantasy you are having there...

We are orbiting a moon, apparently. In other words, we are going nowhere. [If the boy's notes were telling of anything. She sighs at the mention of Charlie Sheen. A.D.D.]

I am not going to offer myself for any experiments on immortality. Clear?