<em>"I have sometimes wondered, why do some people design keypads so that different keys give out slightly different sounds, while others make sure all the keys have the exact same sound. It simply puzzles me, granted its of little difference with most people, but some who have to rely on more than their sight might find such information useful, and not always in honorable pursuits either."</em><br/><br/>“That, like many things is a mystery of the golden age I suppose… But, if I were to hazard a guess, I would say it is because some liked the security of someone not being able to guess the code by listening, or some liked being able to put in their codes and know they were correct merely by listening...” She’d say softly.<br/><br/>She would approach him again slowly, Kneeling down in front of him and gingerly placing each hand on his ankle and slowly moving it upward as she’d brush the leg of his pants upward. She’d inspect it close enough that he could almost feel her breath on the top of his foot, her hand eventually trying to move his ankle in a circle and gauging his discomfort.<br/><br/>“It looks alright; you should likely rest it for a little while though. Here, this will stop it from swelling.” She would say with a small nod as he’d feel her wrap some sort of cold compress around his ankle before she’d carefully pull his pant leg back down around it. Standing up as soon as she was done.<br/><em><br/>"How have you settled in to the duties aboard this vessel? I find myself mostly waiting for the time I am needed, as well as allowing myself to spend some extended periods of time listening in for any whispers in the void, any signs of a message meant for our Captain. Yet that leaves a fair share of time for self-reflection and wandering thoughts, a time I find to be better spent in company of someone to offer new insights."</em><br/><br/>“Oh I have settled in quite well I think. The ship is still new to me, and I am yet learning his idiosyncrasies and oddities… which I admit there are quite a few.” She’d say quietly, in a mock conspiratory fashion as she’d lean forward slightly, bringing their faces just slightly closer together.<br/><br/><em>"Of course I do not know how busy your duties may keep you, but I find it unlikely we might not find an hour or two here and there to spend in dialogues. If both are willing."<br/></em><br/>“I am extremely busy, but only because I choose to be such in the Omnisaah’s name… if you wish to engage in conversation, I would often be glad to make the time… either then or later if I am deeply engaged in something. But, as of the moment, I have time to spare. At least six terran hours, but perhaps eight due to your  heroic defeat of the feral wire.” She’d say softly, smiling slightly as she’d move away just slightly, standing up to his full height.<br/><br/>“Forgive me; I am a perpetually awful host. Would you like something to drink?”<br/>