[He doesn't have any social modules installed for receiving gifts, so he's not certain which option would be better received... he supposes he still has a lot to learn. Still, if she's putting the effort into giving him something, it seems better not to make her go any further to do it.]
[ She's pretty sure he was making a joke, but it's hard to say. A whole digestive tract would do more than just have a stomach; you had to remove what was eaten, after all. But it's a weird conversation overall, even though she hopes he can experience normal everyday things some day. ]
Alright. I'll be waiting.
[ She mentally tries to draw him a map. It's not crude, but it leaves a lot to be desired. Still, it gives him an idea where she is. ]
I didn't expect you to be squeamish about machines, Jill.
[Or in general, what with her line of work. He does hope his teasing comes through right, though; it's not as if he can transmit tone through text, and he's not sure his... processes would come across the same as human humor. Maybe he'll test it at some other point, with someone else.
The map is easy enough to follow, at least; he's scanned enough maps of the area to get a specific enough location that he's sure he could find her within a few minutes of searching.]
I'll see you in a bit.
[So he heads off as promised. He arrives within twenty minutes or so, dressed in a vest and the Verens equivalent of business casual. If she's outside, he'll greet her with a nod, but if not, he'll knock on the door three times.]
[ She leaves it at that, briefly considering a little winky face at the end but instead deciding to leave him guessing. He doesn't waste time like her other guests might, so she expects he'll be over lickety-split (or, at least within a reasonable amount of time) so she gets to wiping down the kitchen table.
Cases are put in small ammo boxes and any extra bit of gunpowder has been cleaned so well you wouldn't know that the table's used more for making ammo than eating on. Normally, she'd grab a bottle of something for her and a guest to drink, but she has no idea what she can offer Connor to make him more comfortable other than maybe a seat. Did his legs get tired and feet hurt, even? Questions she'd try to sate another time, maybe.
By the time she's finished, there's already a succession of three quick knocks and assuming it's him, she pops her head out the door then swings it open. ]
You changed, huh. [ She's ushering him in before she carries on, though. ] I haven't quite embraced the local clothing style, myself.
[Connor heads inside as indicated, not wanting to waste any of Jill's time or let in any cold.]
If I'm going to be an effective officer, I thought I should show some attempts towards integrating into their culture.
[He takes a few moments to scan the room in an even movement as he replies before turning his gaze back to Jill. He doesn't seem to make any moves towards sitting down, however, simply giving her a pleasant, friendly expression that's almost a smile.]
Some of it can be a bit much, though. [That is to say, he doesn't blame her for sticking closer to what she knows.]
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[He doesn't have any social modules installed for receiving gifts, so he's not certain which option would be better received... he supposes he still has a lot to learn. Still, if she's putting the effort into giving him something, it seems better not to make her go any further to do it.]
I'll come to you.
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[ She's pretty sure he was making a joke, but it's hard to say. A whole digestive tract would do more than just have a stomach; you had to remove what was eaten, after all. But it's a weird conversation overall, even though she hopes he can experience normal everyday things some day. ]
Alright. I'll be waiting.
[ She mentally tries to draw him a map. It's not crude, but it leaves a lot to be desired. Still, it gives him an idea where she is. ]
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[Or in general, what with her line of work. He does hope his teasing comes through right, though; it's not as if he can transmit tone through text, and he's not sure his... processes would come across the same as human humor. Maybe he'll test it at some other point, with someone else.
The map is easy enough to follow, at least; he's scanned enough maps of the area to get a specific enough location that he's sure he could find her within a few minutes of searching.]
I'll see you in a bit.
[So he heads off as promised. He arrives within twenty minutes or so, dressed in a vest and the Verens equivalent of business casual. If she's outside, he'll greet her with a nod, but if not, he'll knock on the door three times.]
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[ She leaves it at that, briefly considering a little winky face at the end but instead deciding to leave him guessing. He doesn't waste time like her other guests might, so she expects he'll be over lickety-split (or, at least within a reasonable amount of time) so she gets to wiping down the kitchen table.
Cases are put in small ammo boxes and any extra bit of gunpowder has been cleaned so well you wouldn't know that the table's used more for making ammo than eating on. Normally, she'd grab a bottle of something for her and a guest to drink, but she has no idea what she can offer Connor to make him more comfortable other than maybe a seat. Did his legs get tired and feet hurt, even? Questions she'd try to sate another time, maybe.
By the time she's finished, there's already a succession of three quick knocks and assuming it's him, she pops her head out the door then swings it open. ]
You changed, huh. [ She's ushering him in before she carries on, though. ] I haven't quite embraced the local clothing style, myself.
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If I'm going to be an effective officer, I thought I should show some attempts towards integrating into their culture.
[He takes a few moments to scan the room in an even movement as he replies before turning his gaze back to Jill. He doesn't seem to make any moves towards sitting down, however, simply giving her a pleasant, friendly expression that's almost a smile.]
Some of it can be a bit much, though. [That is to say, he doesn't blame her for sticking closer to what she knows.]