He nodded firmly. While he still thought she was probably over-reacting, he would honor her request, as per regulations. It was just as well that he begin initiating a good working relationship with all the colony's cheif personel. He would undoubtedly be working with them all in some capacity eventually, and having the good will of the head botanist would bode well for his intent to pursue the developement of his own farm. "Much Obliged for the offer. I will take you up on it.  "<br/><br/>His heightened sense of smell caught the hint of arousal, but it was slight and she wasn't necessarily human. He'd learned not to make assumptions with non-humans. Still, it was not unusual at any rate. It was a universal biological truth. People were hardwired to instinctively crave certain traits in a lover. Health, strength, vitality, power. Traits that promised strong and vibrant children with optimal survival chances. Augments embodied all those traits and more. It gave them a certain animal magnetism that many responded to on some level or another. Sometimes with arousal, sometimes with hostility, sometimes just a strong and inexplicable sense of unease or non-sexual kinship. But people almost always felt something in an Augment's prescence, if only on a subconcious level. At least with humans. With non-humans it was a bit less predictable.<br/><br/><em>"And you've been rather rude don't you think? You know all about me, yet you haven't even introduced yourself."  </em><br/><br/>"Well, it's all in my publicly accessible record. And...not to sound arrogant, but frankly if you HAVN'T heard all about me, you'd be one of the few. Both my parents were Gene-Augs like myself. My mother was born in the Gene-Aug Breeding Program. My father began life as a Baseline Soldier. He became indebted to the Company and was given the option of Debtor's Prison, or Gene Augmentation and lifelong conscription. His choice was obvious." He relaxed his stance a bit more. Which as it turns out, wasn't very relaxed at all. Socializing was still a bit new for him...mostly raised in barracks since birth, few Gene-Augs knew how to carry a conversation...but he welcomed this chance to practice.<br/><br/>"My parents went AWOL when I was conceived. I was raised for five years on Mindoir until we were discovered. I was cycled back into the system, until the Narali Invasion." He said, referring to the well publicized incident when the Black Sun Coalition launched a large fleet of pirates, slavers, smugglers and other ne'er do wells to sack the popular Vacation world of Narali of it's vast wealth, and take many new slaves. There was also notably little emotion at the mention of his parents. He did feel sorrow for their loss of course, but that was something he compartmentalized to another portion of his mind. "I earned my freedom with my actions during the Invasion, and asked to join this expedition. As far from the military as I could get. I beleive it's what my parents would have wanted." He suddenly paused, and wondered if perhaps he was talking too much. Social interaction wasn't like Ballistic Physics, or Demolitions, or Criminal Investigation method, or any of the other things he had studied in preperation for his new role as Sheriff of Novus. There were no rigid and solid, disciplined guidelines to follow. The nuance and complexity of it was thrilling, but confusing. Was he giving away too much information in one meeting? Was he not giving it away in enough detail, or too much? He decided to be silent for now and let her take over the conversation. Then he'd take his cues accordingly.