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[nutsaboutscans]

Okay, I was warned this spaceship is creepy, but it goes straight for the visual distortions?

I guess I should introduce myself. Detective John Kennex. If you've come across a synthetic named Dorian with dark hair and blue eyes, a woman named Anna with dark hair and brown eyes, or a small but authoritative woman named Maldonado, let me know. It's important.

Anyway, I'm new and I could use a tour guide. Any volunteers?

[He usually wouldn't ask for a tour guide, but he really wants to learn more about this place.]

[ooc: Just in case you were wondering, in regards to the visual distortions, John's having side effects to a drug.]

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[onemistress]

It's alright, I accepted simply because I could -- [ there's a breathless elation there as she looked up and smiled again. A happiness that is carefully suppressed most often. ] -- as a woman, I am expected to be one thing, and as a King yet another, and neither of them include the right to choose for myself that which makes me happy. So in truth, I thank you, for allowing me to make such a choice, and that you think nothing of it so I might simply enjoy it for myself.

[ she caught his hand then, linking her fingers through his and squeezing it briefly before she let go and stepped back. ]

Aye, it was, and utterly miserable. We should speak of something happier.

[nutsaboutscans]

[He listens silently, until she catches his hand. It's sad that this is the most intimate contact he's had in a while. A warmth goes through him, but the contact is brief, and he's left disappointed as she steps back. But he tries to keep his face even.

He doesn't want Elizabeth to be sad, so he smiles.] I agree. But you don't need to filter for my sake. If we're really friends, then we can talk about anything.

[onemistress]

[ She'll take that, for now. There is a lot she wagers she cannot tell him, or tell anyone. But it is enough to give the smile back. ]

I take it from what you have told me, that you know little on how to walk with a lady for it's own pleasure, then?

[nutsaboutscans]

There's a certain way to walk with a lady?

[Color him surprised. He holds out his arm.] Are you supposed to hold my arm? Or do I bow or something?

[He's just taking wild guesses to be goofy honestly.]

[onemistress]

Oh yes. [ she gives him a look, like she's utterly surprised he doesn't know. ] And yes, though the latter is because all men bow to a king. [ but that is flippantly added, it's of little concern at the moment.

And she certainly can't just take his arm, at least not all at once, where would be the fun? Instead she lets her fingers brush the back of his hand, then up, before she curled her arm around his lightly. ] Like so.

[nutsaboutscans]

[He watches her fingers, and a nervous smile plays at his lips. She's teasing him again. It's almost cruel. He takes his other hand and sets it on hers, patting it once and then letting it fall back to his side. He looks back up at her, studying her reaction.] If this is how you walk with a lady, I think I like it. Anything else I should do?

[She could make him do the hokey pokey really.]

[onemistress]

[ She is, and she is more than cruel when she wants to be.

But in the end, she knows little what to do when people reached back for her. Either because she was so unused to it, or because no one in England would have dared. The reaction is as subtle and as restrained as all else about her though. A short stilled breath before she pressed on. ]

We shall start there, else I think it might be a little much for you, and I would much rather you be yourself for the time being.