[One thing that isn't among Nomi's many gifts is prophecy. She'll hardly be one to fault Lucien for that one when her own is dim at best.

And she caught that shy look, grumpy. She'll get a smile from you one day.]

Lucien, then. And you can call me Nomi, if that suits you. I'm not overly interested in formality. Especially when we're on some mysterious ship with no idea how we got here.