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"Schola, huh?" She notes the two locations down for later. Schola would be easier, and if it was anything like home, college life was something surely one of them could navigate.
Like her! Chuckling to herself at the break, Sabrina powered down the tablet and went to look for any of her fellow shipmates (NPC OR OTHERWISE) to test a couple theories about the ring on!
PERFECT. Sabrina perks up a little at the sight of both of them, pace increasing for half a second before slowly coming to a stop as she realized they were focused on each other.
Gilgamesh also does not speak as he enters the room, his torso mostly healed but still tender as he stops seeing the three of them in the room. And just stares at them.
This is a level of bonding she is not on the same level of.
"Oh, hey again." She smiled at Gil even as he joined the staring competition. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself before. I'm Sabrina. What's your name?" She knows everyone else's so far.
He is also silently signed up for the test she plans to do now, along with BirdBud and Insector.
« Last Edit: Jun 9, 2020 23:16:04 GMT -6 by Sabrina »
Gilgamesh nods at both of them before they leave before his stare returns to the girl. An eyebrow lifting as she asked his name, but his stare became fixed on her, as if daring her to speak his name. Or perhaps, to already know it.
The raised brow caught her attention, but there were enough possible interpretations that not knowing him made it hard to be certain. Her brows knit together for a moment, but when he remained silent, she continued, trying to appeal to a sense of reason in him.
"I mean, unless there's something else you want me to call you?" Uncertain, but still upbeat. She'd have to catch up with the others later. For now, she had a new little mystery.
"Other than your name, that is." She gave him another smile, one that was more understanding and reassuring, she hoped. "I know some people don't really like theirs...." She trailed off, looking at both his wrists and then her own. Was there a language barrier? She had hers on and could feel it; she saw, it, glad to know she had something right. But did he?
"I mean, I assume you don't want us all going around saying, 'hey, you!' anytime we want to talk to you?"
His head straightened back up, but his gaze narrowed on her. His gloved fists creaked as he tightened a fist that came to him all so easily. Around his wrist was clearly a bracelet like hers. One of the bracelets that he had found and given to the others on board.
He couldn't help but wonder if she was going to keep talking until she ran out of air, or if she would retreat in some mix of flustered shame or fear. She did not seem the type to grow bored of this game, which at this point it almost was. How would she crack?
It would be tempting to ask for a hint if she thought he would answer. As it was, she saw the bracelet, and the fist that formed at his side. She frowned, briefly, wondering if she was upsetting him in some way.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. Are you able to speak?" Oh please don't tell her she's been antagonizing some who was unable to.
"I'll take that as a yes." She actually tapped a finger to her chin.
"A guessing game, then. Hmm." She looked him over again, recalling what little she knew of him. Someone from Earth felt like a safe guess. Silent, but helpful. He'd given them the translator bracelets he'd found, after all. And a fighter, that was for sure. He'd lasted out with the robots that operated the ship.
"Evan?"
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"Oh, don't give me that look," Sabrina huffed and scowled right back at him. "I've got nothing to work with. Besides, people name their kids weird names all the time." She wasn't giving up, though, studying him more closely as she tried to think of something else.
Actually, the reminder that people like to get creative with names gave her an idea.
"Tyr?" No, he was a martial artist. That was probably wrong, too. But the guess was already out there.