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[untamedantinous]

 [It has been some time since he properly arrived.  He has taken the time to get somewhat settled, to find his clothes and try and recover from his last memories of home.  In that time, he has figured out the comms -- at the very least, the voice and video functions, and so there is little fumbling once he flicks on the switch. (He thinks, for a moment, of Combeferre -- he would have loved all this place had to offer.)

The young man looks -- tired, overall, though clean and reasonably clean-shaven.  There is a spark of fire in his eyes, though at the moment it is understandably dampened.  When he finally speaks, it is obvious he is expecting answers, voice curt and given to speaking orders --but he is certainly not a military man and his voice is tinged with a soft French accent.]

Information would be appreciated.  I would care to know if my friends are here.  They would be about my age, no more than ten of them, speaking of Les Amis de l'ABC.  They are called Courfeyrac, perhaps Combeferre or Grantaire.  Does anyone aboard this ship have news of them?

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[executiveassistant]

[a squishy angel of the republic. But the awkward is really endearing; she's considering looping arms with him just to see how he'd react.

Considering.]

There's no need to be so nervous--I won't bite.

[untamedantinous]

[Your answer there would just be even more awkward. He is even worse with ladies than he is with children. LADIES ARE NOT A THING WHEN ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS FRANCE.]

I am not nervous, simply -- unused to this sort of thing.

[executiveassistant]

'This sort of thing'?

[okay she'll put it off for the poor guy's sake. But she's just. Going to wave a hand at the two of them and then the ship itself.]

Space hell? Drinks? Women?

[untamedantinous]

All of those save drinks, I am afraid.

[executiveassistant]

[...babby french revolutionary. O h.]

Well, we're widening your experiences then. It'll be for the better.

[untamedantinous]

[The only ladies he hung out with on a regular basis was probably Joly's girl and Madame Hucheloupe, okay. :|

But he shrugs, in any case, and does not argue.]

Perhaps it will be so.

[executiveassistant]

[well there's no need to sound so thrilled.]

Oh no, I don't dabble in possibilities and "perhaps"s.

[we will be broadening your horizons, good sir.]

[untamedantinous]

Very well then. [He rarely does, but -- here, he is a little at a loss.]

[executiveassistant]

[...darling.]

You are uncertain, aren't you?

[all she finds are puppies.]

Relax, I'm not going to eat you.

[untamedantinous]

I am not uncertain, simply unused to this sort of thing. I had no time or inclination for it at home.

[executiveassistant]

So I've [...read...] realized. Well, you're here now, and things can get very dull here unless you can find new hobbies. Trust me on that.

[untamedantinous]

I am afraid I have not been here long enough to judge, ma'moiselle.