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[Jesse appears neither excited nor distressed. He actually looks mostly tired, which maybe is to be expected from a new arrival. He's slumped over on his new bed with his chin resting in his hand, mumbling around his fingers:]

Yo. I'm Jesse. Albuquerque, New Mexico, U.S.A. 2009. Whatever. Holler if you know me.

[Is he bored or something? He acts as if this is routine.]

First thing: if there's any monsters and aliens and shit I gotta be looking out for, gimme a heads-up.

Second: anybody wanna grab some food? Is there food or is it all freeze-dried bullshit? I had freeze-dried ice cream once and it was totally lame, so like, please tell me they got burgers up in here. Funyuns? Something?

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[He obediently wanders back over to the pan for some burger-flipping.]

Ain't got no potpoppy, but if you're into meth, I got some of that. The purest scante you'll ever see. I know 'cause I cooked it myself.

Not much of an uppers chick, usually. But--you know, now and then. If I need to stay up a couple days, you'll supply?

[She knows herself and drugs well enough to know she is in the rare, rare percentage of people who can play with hard stuff and not get addicted as long as she's sparing about it. All the paranoia about H and meth is just stupid, in her opinion--it's decriminalized in her time, although she's vaguely aware in Jesse's that it's not. But she'll check.]

Illegal where you're from, yeah?

Yeah, super illegal. Probably here, too, considering what tight-asses they got around here. But I'll totally give you some, seeing as you're building shit for me. Anytime, yo.

Fuck them. If anybody comes after you I will absolutely forge shit in your favour.

[What? He's offering her a) a project and b) drugs.

The burgers are done, so Libby scrapes them onto buns, having cleared up the additions already. Besides vegetables and so forth, there's delicious toppings akin to mayo and so on. Never let it be said she half-assed anything.]

I'll fuck you, if you want.

[.....................Libby you are such a terrible traumatized thing.]

[It's lucky he's only preparing his burger right now, not eating it yet, because that question would probably have made him choke in surprise. Isn't she 14 or something?]

You, uh... You don't gotta do that.

[Libby is relieved. Sex is terrible and she hates it. They can operate on a less terrible level.]

Wicked rad. I hate sex anyway.

So. Moving on from that. Want to be part of a wicked rad alliance dedicated to figuring this ship?

[Jesse is relieved, too. His whores are typically much older. Or at least look older.]

Uh, sure, yeah. An alliance sounds cool.

'Kay. I'll talk to Loki. He's this stuck up asshole, but he might have superpowers? I don't care, he seems to like attention, so people like us can dodge it.

[The worst. Is what you are, Libby/]

Who knows about you, but--hey, drug dealer. Automatic in with the fucked people around here.

[Loki-with-superpowers sounds familiar, but he'll keep that to himself for now.]

Yeah, something tells me I'll fit in a lot better with you guys than with Lord Stick-Up-His-Ass Edgeworth.

[Libby is actually well aware of Norse myth, enough to know a guy named 'Loki' is probably trouble. She just doesn't care. At least she can count on him to be an asshole.]

Lol, I know, seriously. [Your slang is the worst Libby.] Hey, even if I have to break up with Loki--you can still be in with me. Figure us criminals should stick together, most of these people--[she gestures vaguely, biting her burger adorned with basically every topping save lettuce--she hates lettuce, because she is strange]--are fucking crusaders of justice or whatev.

[What even is Norse mythology? He's thinking of a little kid who turns cars into ice cream. But - girl, did you seriously say "lol" out loud?]

Yeah, I noticed. You'd think there'd be a little anarchy on a creepy spaceship, but it's all Third Reich up in here.

[...This burger is delicious, at least.]

[She's from a dystopia. One that is clearly terrible to allow 'lol' to be a spoken word. Oh, the humanity.

Anyway, Libby giggles, which is just bizarre.]

I know? It's fucking stupid. Blah blah look at us we're like--bosses, and it's so pointless 'cause we're all slaves--[Om nom nom burger.]

Ohhh, look at me, I'm king of the slaves! [She affects a British accent for this, for some reason only comprehensible to Libbys.] Lord of the properties! Baron of the owned!

Stupid shit.

[Jesse snickers at that.]

Yo, for real. The second I woke up, this one asshole was trying to get me to do some job for him. And I was like, what's the point if you ain't even paying me? Screw you, man, alls I'm gonna do is fuck, eat, and sleep, 'cause we're all gonna die here anyway.

[He flashes a wide grin and takes a pointed bite of his burger.]

You are probably the smartest person I've met on this fucking ship.

[She means that, and for her that's a very high compliment. Loki is smart; David is like her; Mouse is likely another outsider; but Jesse gets it. He's her type of people--hoodrat, drug dealer, dregs of society. Yes. Definitely a keeper. Sure, he was--probably--human, but she could live with it.]

They don't even have money here, like--the fuck? Least pay in favours, you fucks.

[Smart is not a word usually applied to Jesse, so naturally he's a bit skeptical about how sincere she is when she uses it. But he'll take the compliment with a grin.]

Yeah, seriously. I mean, we might be in Hell, but I ain't wasting my time for nothing.

[She does mean it, as rare as that is. At least Jesse clues in. She's not used to being surrounded by so many soft people.]

'Course. Plus, this place being fucked--even more reason to pay up.

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