[He turns red and claps a hand over his mouth. He's really doing his best to reign his weirdness around everyone but it still always seems to pop out anyway. He watches her with wide eyes as she pulls out the hairpin.]
Ah, picking the lock! I tried that but I wasn't good at it. I guess brute strength is more my style.
[Then he leans forward, for a moment his nausea forgotten, as he picks up on what she means.]
So... there's all sorts of different kinds of ships where you're from? If you said "class" there must be multiple classes and multiple kinds. ...Incredible. How many... how many are there?
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[He turns red and claps a hand over his mouth. He's really doing his best to reign his weirdness around everyone but it still always seems to pop out anyway. He watches her with wide eyes as she pulls out the hairpin.]
Ah, picking the lock! I tried that but I wasn't good at it. I guess brute strength is more my style.
[Then he leans forward, for a moment his nausea forgotten, as he picks up on what she means.]
So... there's all sorts of different kinds of ships where you're from? If you said "class" there must be multiple classes and multiple kinds. ...Incredible. How many... how many are there?