Ianthe nodded contemplatively as they continued to walk, though she gave him a quick smile and a,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Thanks,"</span>when he reciprocated her invitation.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"But I'm not sure 'unique' really does you justice, Toi. I mean, we're all unique, after a fashion, but you're, I think, something special."</span>She suppressed a shiver as the euphoria she'd experienced from his touch danced through her memory, and caught herself imagining his medical sensors picking up the quickening of her pulse and the flush of blood to her cheeks.<br/><br/>Their arrival in the galley interrupted her thoughts, and she immediately set about opening cabinets and drawers for the ostensible purpose of taking inventory. She chattered idly as she worked.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Curiosity, by itself, is pretty extraordinary, wouldn't you say? It's a very... <i>sentient</i> quality. A tool doesn't wonder, doesn't imagine, doesn't perceive possibilities beyond right here and right now."</span>Her expression turned wry; she could be talking as much about herself as him, she reflected.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So. Darion seems like a pretty standard-issue gun-for-hire. Neymi's a tech? And you're a medic. I'm... a throat-slitter, I guess, to be just brutally blunt about it. Seems like a sort of small crew; my fixer said it was larger, at first, but you lost some people after the first mission?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>