<strong>Day 1 - 09:50ish Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium (changing room then hot tub)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You should be careful to whom you tell that," Sofie said after almost a minute's worth of silence.  It wasn't meant to be uncomfortable, it just that Sofie thought about all the information she'd received and hadn't felt the need to comment on it while processing it in her mind.  Why didn't anyone else understand that?  They were always talking just to talk, or fidgeting.  Maira was doing it now, sighing and looking around.  "Anyone who knows which of your spirits is which can easily discern your mental state and likely actions.  Guard them closer, Maira," Sofie warned, almost scolding.<br/><br/>"Your culture sounds very interesting," the tall blonde said politely.  "The, er, uniqueness of it, of your being intertwined with your spirits, will be of use in xeno-cultures with analogous belief systems."  That had been something from a lecture Sofie half-remembered.  "I am sure that any team you are one will benefit from you and your spirits' insights."<br/><br/>"Maira, can you teach me how to say something in your language?  In Eskimo or whatever it is called?  Can you teach me how to say 'Be careful'?"