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I'm allergic to sweat and grease and bad radio stations. But thanks for the offer.

Sounds like a career in spaceship engineering is off the table for you, then.

[ He is very, very glad that the full context of his message remains a mystery. He knows at this point that the misfire could have been a lot worse. ]

Jesus, that's hardly the only reason.
Numbers? Would be another.

Sorry, by the way.

Not the weirdest thing that's happened lately, trust me.

Do you want to share the context, or is it worse than what you can probably imagine I'm assuming?

Uh.
Whatever you're imagining will probably give you a better impression of me.

So.
No.

I'm David, by the way.
David Rose.

You underestimate the power of a bored mind.

Naomi Nagata. Engineering - in case you need someone to point you towards which kind of grease might be suitable.

Okay. Paint me a picture then, if you're that bored.
I'll play 'yes' or 'no'.

I'm... pretty sure you're joking.
But on the off chance you're not?

Well, music, sweat, grease? Sounds like dancing. Oiled up, maybe - the grease could be decorative or used as a lubricant. In the interest of dancing, let's say for display? Which leaves the mind somewhere in the vicinity of poles.

I mean, I'm half joking and teasing, but people get horny, and I'd rather have something go missing from our supplies that will not leave my mechanic and me scrambling to fix something to fix something with spit and well wishes. And that will not cause really bad reactions in areas you don't want them. So it's mostly practicality.

OH my god, no. So many NOs??
God, you are bored.

Thanks, we've been, um.
Managing.

Have you ever considered opening a store?

Honestly, no. Not really used to sharing ship space with people who don't know these things. My mechanic would like the idea I'm sure.

It would be a good investment if you wanted to outsource. I think that's how you use those words.

Maybe I should meet them?
Because I'm just saying, making the most of a sparse situation is what me and my business partner did best back home.

My business partner is also my husband.

He's also here.

Why do I get the feeling that if I give you the space to do so, you're going to draft me up a business plan?

Not sure there's much point though. What would you even barter for on the Danae?

Glad to hear you've got your husband here with you, though. I know what a comfort that is.

Oh, I won't. You wouldn't want to invest anything in THAT business, I assure you.

He will.

Oh, now you run out of imagination!

Well, what would you barter to be assured you get the stuff that won't eat through your skin?

Hypothetically speaking.

Oh, so you were just going to give it to me?

Gross, did I talk myself out of a gift?

Well I mean now that you're saying I could get paid for it...

[ Is she just messing with him? Entirely possible. ]

Ugh, okay fine. I suppose I brought this on myself.

At least you have good business instincts.

How do people get through a day on this ship sober when it's constantly trying to phase people out into space?

It's me, I'm people.

Sabaka. Has that happened?

Being sober helps keep this ship afloat. Doesn't help handle the giant felota of a situation, though.

All right, so maybe it's not the ship and it's this anomaly thing. But yes. Happened a few days ago and I'm still not quite over it.

Feels like the same for someone who's new to spaceships.

How did you manage not to end up dead in vacuum? If you don't mind me asking.

The Danae isn't like any space ship I've ever been on, to be fair. It's luxurious in comparison.

The Danae is a luxury craft. Got it.

I tethered myself with my magic, as it happens. Otherwise, I'd be quite cold right about now.

[ Turns out that the vacuum of space has a lot of nice shadows to assist with that, but she'd rather not test out "can I save myself by going into the plane of shadow in space?" just yet. ]

[ Right. Magic. ]

Are you like the man who can influence the atmosphere on a molecular level and create storms?

Please tell me you didn't break anything that needs fixing somewhere hard to reach.

I'm not familiar with this man. Possibly? My magic has to do with using shadows.

[ Normally, she wouldn't explain because she'd be instantly shunned for even implying being a Magus. But Cash said that people didn't have the same stick up their asses here about magic. So she'll take a chance. ]

I didn't break anything that I'm aware of. That would require being able to touch things, I think.

Small blessings. No offense - I just worry about the ship's integrity with everyone going on.

Good thing you didn't get trapped, though. Or spaced.

[ She'll... filter the shadow magic away for now. There's only so much she can deal with on top of the anomaly. ]

That last part was heavy on my mind that day, yes. I didn't want to test how effective my magic was in space with so little warning.

Are you an engineer? That's quite a smart worry.

I am. Lived and worked on space stations and ships my entire life.

Believe me, I've had my fair share of contact with uncomfortable workplace accidents of a similar nature.

I can imagine. We've only got airships, but they're awkward enough. And they don't even go into space!

Glad we've got engineering types around.

Free air and water is an advantage of planetary atmosphere. Could do without the crushing gravity though.

Gravity used to be pretty useful for me. I take it the artificial gravity on the ship is nicer for you?

[ All kinds of interesting ways to kill with gravity. Ahem. ]

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