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[When the feed clicks on, Natalie looks significantly more serious than anyone on the network has probably seen her. She's worried, and she conveys that by slipping into business mode.]

I'm hoping there's already someone here who's collected a security team for the new arrivals.

[Not necessarily formally tied to the actual ship's crew, but that's a risky thing to say out loud.]

If that's the case, I'm submitting my formal request to be added to the team. If a list of skills and qualifications becomes necessary, I can draft something up.

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There's a security team or something like that around here alright. At least, I met someone who's in on it ...

I'd hoped there would be.

[If they'd been here over a month and a half without forming one, she'd have been concerned.]

Heh. Well, since I was planning to join that too--

Uh. I guess we'll be working together if I get in?

Ah, is that so?

In that case, I'm Natalie.

[There is no social awkwardness here. No sir.]

You don't technically need to submit a formal request this way. All you have to do is sign up. I could show you how, seeing as -- ah, I'm from the security team.

A voluntary security team.

[Well, whatever works for them. As long as it is working for them.]

I'd appreciate that.

Something akin to that.

[Rey, for one, didn't really feel like she had much of a choice.]

Okay, no problem.

...

My name is Rey, by the way.

Natalie. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rey.

[She pauses.]

Is there somewhere you'd like to meet?

[She really needs to start feeling like she's actually doing something.]

Mmhm.

[She nods.]

Passenger's Quarters. Right here.

[Let's say she pings Natalie an exact pinpoint of the Common Area Rey will be at.]

I'll be there in a few minutes.

And I'll be waiting.

[Sure enough, about five minutes later Natalie is heading toward the Common Area. Not barefoot today, but only because it's a meeting and she doesn't want to appear -- unprofessional.]

Rey?

[On occasion, Rey hasn't bothered with footwear. Sometimes they can be stuffy and get in the way of things. Without them, she can feel the ground beneath her feet and sense the vibrations of anyone coming closer much easier. Not that she needs an alarm system when she's already expecting someone to arrive. She turns her head at the sound of that... word.]

Natalie.

[It feels like an echo in her throat.]

Hey.

[That's how conversations start, right? Just... Hey? How's it going?]

[That's the reason that she keeps her shoes off; more connection to the rest of the ship, even if it's silly and misguided here. There's no 'breath' to speak of as far as she can tell.

She'll cut straight to the point for the moment, since she's craving some sort of information. Still, she should be polite.]

I hope the day has been treating you well.

[Rey's rationale is a little more about instincts, which are just about the only thing she's had since she arrived here. Instincts.

[She blinks at the remark.]

Like any other day.

[She rises from the comfort of the seat she'd been resting in.]

I already took the liberty to get your job request started. All you have to do is fill it out. Here...

[She flips open her comm device and generally points Natalie in the right direction.]

[Natalie realizes that this wasn't something Rey had to do with her in person, so she gives the woman a smile and a nod. She'd probably have been able to find that post herself if she'd looked, but asking people seemed -- a little more regular, more likely to be accepted by the group and all that.]

Thank you. I really do appreciate it.

[She pauses.]

I didn't have much of a mind to look around at the other new arrivals when I came to here. Were you present before this jump, or only afterward?

You're welcome.

[Ariadne had tried to encourage Rey to actually talk to people, rather than just watching them and overall keeping a distance. It took some boundary-pushing to actually exceed her own limits. But she was getting there. Progress. Besides, Natalie didn't seem all too inconvenienced by it.]

I was here during the first wave. But I hadn't had much of a mind to look around all that much, either.

I suppose it doesn't matter too much, since the tattoos [And she held up her forearm] seem to let us know about the 'waves'.

[She hesitated only a moment before motioning to the other woman's seat.]

You didn't have to get up on my account. I'd hate to invade on your leisure time too much.

I guess so.

[She stares at Natalie for a moment, a blank gaze chilling across her visage, before turning her attention to the chair -- then back to Natalie again.]

I wouldn't really call it leisure time. I spend most of my time alone, anyway.

Is that by choice, or has anyone been giving you ... trouble?

[She knows what it's like to be alone here because you don't know anyone closely; Nigel is the closest thing she has to what her 'family' could be considered.

She slowly slips down into a chair not far from Rey's, crossing her legs and resting her hands on top her knees.]

[Rey just stands still at first, ridged.]

Choice. Force of habit, I think.

[A moment later, she's sitting down again, almost mimicking Natalie's movements, and even going so far as to crossing her legs and folding her hands in the same manner. She doesn't even really think about it.]

You were alone at home as well, then?

[If she notices the mimicry she doesn't bring it up. Something about this girl is -- magnetic in some ways. She acts almost like the reborn Sixes do when they first wake up. It piques her interest.]

[Rey doesn't know if she can answer that immediately, if she wants to be in earnest here. She doesn't know, or remember. What she feels now is a lot like loneliness, but it also feels very familiar. The memories come to her sometimes -- in dreams. But they're oftentimes very muddled and unhelpful. Nothing that makes enough sense to bring up in conversation.

[So she can only really respond to the best of her ability:]

Yeah, for the most part.

Do you like it better that way?

[She doesn't want to be invading into her personal space if that's the case -- not when Rey has been nothing but helpful so far. But she's curious, painfully so.

She tilts her head to the side, speaking carefully.]

I've been finding it disheartening. I'm used to much bigger groups.

I don't know. I guess I never saw anything wrong with it -- but I've been basically told otherwise.

[She had a feeling that she probably didn't enjoy cities all that much.]

There are plenty of groups here.

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