[ A penchant for rampaging about and imposing values is probably one of the things with which Etrepa could most relate- that and shooting people. Perhaps they can make a contest of that too, some day. Etrepa will very likely try to do a little bit of that with whatever security-force volunteers are unfortunate enough to fall under her exacting tutelage. She's definitely going to try and make them all wear gloves.
As to sex- while not a wildly popular practice by any means, especially not with fraternization regs aboard Ships being as loose as they were, an officer's occasional interest in ancillaries and sex - even to uncomfortable and occasionally unhealthy degrees - should be no more surprising or unexpected than might, say, an erotic preoccupation with nipple-less, yellow-eyed naked blue ninjas. Which is just to say: all humans are weirdos, at least when it comes to fucking.
That hand motion reads cross-culturally but without shades of subtlety, and Etrepa's instinct to process the laconic language of gesture is as deeply-set as her habit of shooting troublesome people in the head; both are professional necessities. In any case, she has work to do, not just when it comes to her very poor imitation of genuine humanity. And for all appearances her presence is no longer required, not now that they have found firm footing.
Etrepa suppresses an urge to bow, and to address Mystique as 'honored' again. Politeness might be always proper and always beneficial, but her courtesies have seemed to achieve opposite effect with the mutant. Instead she inclines her head and gives a parting piece of advice- ]
Try and stay away from muddy ground.
[ -before moving away with perfectly measured strides; something she would swear with a perfectly straight face isn't meant as a mockery of the one-footed. ]
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As to sex- while not a wildly popular practice by any means, especially not with fraternization regs aboard Ships being as loose as they were, an officer's occasional interest in ancillaries and sex - even to uncomfortable and occasionally unhealthy degrees - should be no more surprising or unexpected than might, say, an erotic preoccupation with nipple-less, yellow-eyed naked blue ninjas. Which is just to say: all humans are weirdos, at least when it comes to fucking.
That hand motion reads cross-culturally but without shades of subtlety, and Etrepa's instinct to process the laconic language of gesture is as deeply-set as her habit of shooting troublesome people in the head; both are professional necessities. In any case, she has work to do, not just when it comes to her very poor imitation of genuine humanity. And for all appearances her presence is no longer required, not now that they have found firm footing.
Etrepa suppresses an urge to bow, and to address Mystique as 'honored' again. Politeness might be always proper and always beneficial, but her courtesies have seemed to achieve opposite effect with the mutant. Instead she inclines her head and gives a parting piece of advice- ]
Try and stay away from muddy ground.
[ -before moving away with perfectly measured strides; something she would swear with a perfectly straight face isn't meant as a mockery of the one-footed. ]