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CHARACTERS: Tali'zorah & whomever
LOCATION: One of the passenger-quarters lounges!
WARNINGS: Quarian eating?
SUMMARY: Tali's taking a break from work to have some dinner. Yep.

Tali is currently relaxing on one of the modest couches in the lounge, carefully turning down the edge of her nutrient-paste tube. It isn't as if she can't just eat at her station in Engineering, but coming up to the common area to eat reminds her at least a little of the Normandy, and that's not something she can pass up. Besides, eating over the computers seems rude, even if it's grossly unlikely that she'll actually spill anything.

She's tapping her foot absently while she has her meal, thinking about the implications of having new people arrive here. If -- whatever brought them here -- is trying to repopulate the ship, why would people have left this jump as well as arrived? Had someone judged the original arrivals unacceptable? The idea made her uncomfortable. Quarians weren't exactly well-liked in her universe -- it was almost refreshing to see that people here didn't have the same biases past thinking that she looked a little strange.

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Japan was coming to get some delicious food, but she pauses at the sight of the nutrient-paste tube. No. It can't be...

"Has the art of food preparation been lost?!"

She can't help, but stare while standing in front of Tali. No subtlety. Just the true depths of horror coming over her. What frightful place has she found herself in?!

Okay, see, this is the sort of thing that makes her want to eat alone in her room. Still, she -- doesn't want to be rude. They all needed to stick together on this ship, even if some of them were a little too blunt to be polite.

She detaches the sealed tube from the underside of her mask before speaking. It's only polite, after all.

"...no, nothing like that. There are kitchens here if you're looking to make food."

Manners will have to wait. When she remembers them. Currently Japan is very moved. Extremely so. Few would guess it, but she's a very passionate person. ...About some things.

"Please! Let me make you some food!"

Tubes... She can't allow this alienism to stand! Excuse her egocentricity here, it's hard being imperialistic...

Okay, at least the fact that she's trying to be nice is -- redeeming, in some obscure sort of way.

"I appreciate the offer, but I wouldn't be able to eat it. My immune system isn't compatible with most foods available to people." Did Japan happen to notice her three-fingered hands while she was putting away that no-longer-sterile tube?

Not at all. For a country who considers herself undefeatable she's not the most vigilante. But her face falls at this. That is so... sad. Truly. She's rather upset about this. As a strong believer in omotenashi she feels all food should be appetizing for both the stomach and the eyes. To be stuck in a place such as this where one is denied that basic delight...

"...Is it so for many here?"

"Not as far as I know." She wasn't even sure whether Garrus was -- still here or not, or whether his gravity coach had just failed to release him -- or if he'd gone home.

"I think I'm the only one here who has this specific of a nutritional diet." She pauses. "I think that there's a lot of people who would appreciate some food, though." Not everyone was even old enough to really be able to make themselves food, after all.

Those who would appreciate a proper meal... It's something to think on. She doesn't quite know what she wishes to do while stuck in this place yet, but surely a place such as this could offer a more complete sense of hospitality... She hates to see others treated so callously. It is not as if most of them wish to be here after all. But those are thoughts for another time. Coming back to herself -and her manners- she bows to Tali.

"My apologies, I'm the Empire of Japan. It's a pleasure to meet you surely!"

Or at least, so she believes. What an interesting person.

Tali sincerely hopes that Japan doesn't mean that she is the entire country, but perhaps that she -- represents the entire country. This is something she'll definitely have to tell Kasumi about.

"It's all right. I'm Tali'zorah, and it's nice to meet you as well." At least once she'd gotten over the 'oh my god do all space-people eat through tubes' thing.

"Did you arrive recently?"

"If that is what to call it."

The term kidnapped seems more apt... Perhaps she's a little upset about that. After all strong nations should never be so clearly overpowered by the enemy! Who she... can't find. Unless it's Russia. She has her suspicions...

"But this isn't the case for yourself Tali'zorah-san?"

"I've been here for -- let's call it one 'cycle'. I arrived on the jump prior to this one with the rest of the crew. We were the first wave -- that we know about."

Who knew if the ship had done this before or not.

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He was still getting used to the ship he was on. The layout was already frustrating him, and even if he didn't think it was the Ishimura anymore, the flashbacks and assumption that "the bridge should be here" and "engineering would be here" wouldn't cease.

He really, really hated his brain sometimes.

Slipping into the lounge for a spell to try and relax, he instead got to see a... humanoid whatever she was(it...was a she, he was pretty sure) eating.

He wasn't really sure how to feel, so he decides to wait until he sits down for a minute, massaging his temple as a headache throbbed dully at the forefront of his mind.

Just play it cool, Isaac. You already had one freak out on this ship, no need to make it two.

She noticed him both arriving and then hesitating to sit down, but didn't cease eating. The tube was nearly finished up, after all, and it was a downright hassle to sterilize her tube again if she didn't have to. She squeezed out the final bit and chewed quietly (turning the amplifier at the front of the suit off was another reason she couldn't talk and eat at the same time) before detaching the small tube and tucking it into one of her many pockets.

That done, she reactivated the amplifier with a flick of one finger over her omni-tool and turned to face the man.

"Are you feeling all right?" She'd been around enough people (and had enough headaches herself, for that matter) to recognize someone in pain when she saw it.

He heard her voice through the din of the pain assailing his temples, looking up, catching a glimpse of a - what was that, anyway? He'd have to ask. He was an older man by human standards - without his helmet or his suit on the ship, that was plain to see. He shook his head in response to the alien female, answering her question.

"Not... particularly, but it'll go away soon. It always does." He doesn't remark about the fact it always comes back, but he figures that is another conversation for another time.

"I think the medical bay is at least stocked with some pain relievers, if it doesn't. Or if you'd like the speed the process along." She'd met plenty of older humans, especially staying on the Normandy -- since the crew was human except for the recruits that Shepard had brought on board.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Tali." She offered him her hand after only a moment of hesitation: she knows it's a human custom, but it might not be so in every universe. She paused, and then...

"If it's a reoccurring problem, I'd suggest visiting the medical bay anyway. For safety's sake." It might not have been as obvious to people who didn't constantly have to worry about infection or disease, but a headache could be a symptom of many more serious things.

"Ah- Isaac. Isaac Clarke." He responded. He could already feel the headache start to fade a bit as he lowered his hand from his head to grasp her outstretched hand, shaking it.

"And it's fine. I know for a fact what it is - it's not exactly something most people will be able to help me with." He shakes his head, trying to smile a bit.

"You're.. uh..." He takes a moment to search for the right words. "Not exactly from Earth, are you?" Blunt but... sufficient. The only aliens he's ever seen were... well. He didn't like to talk about them.

"You might be surprised on this ship. I know for a fact that Dr. Solus is extremely intelligent and gifted." She lowered her hand once they'd shook and turned to face him a bit more properly, helmet canted curiously to the side.

"Not even in the same solar system as Earth, although I've been there in passing once or twice." With Shepard, and they'd never landed on the planet so much as just flown around it. She waved a hand off to the side. "I'm a quarian. I wasn't even born on a planet, actually -- I was born on a ship, like many of my people." Space-pirates they were considered, and no better liked than the sea-faring equivalents.

When Tali will wanders into engineering, Megamind is idly playing fetch with the brainbot. And by fetch, we mean he is tossing some piece of scrap from the catwalks, and the brainbot is dashing down to catch it, b efore bringing it back up to him to repeat this action.

This does make this section engineering a falling hazard though, because the brainbot doesn't always catch it. Whoops?

Said piece of scrap narrowly misses hitting Tali squarely in the faceplate, and when she catches sight of where it's coming from -- well, she picks the item up and heads up to the catwalks with it in tow.

"This is dangerous, you know. Can't you find something that's -- rubber?" Or something. She hefts the object in her hand absently, leaning against the edge of the catwalk.

Hope you're ready to talk about Roxanne, Megamind.

"Have you got any rubber that'll stand up to those jaws?" Please, Tali. Megamind sits cross-legged on the catwalks, while the brainbot hovers around her, snapping those jaws and wiggling like a puppy might.

Megamind is anything but ready, and he is-- less than enthused about her coming up to see him and talking about her. So he says, "Why don't you play wit the brainbot while I go look at some systems."

Time to make an obvious attempt at escape.

"Or we could talk about the cute brunette human who seems to have a vested interest in your life," she suggests, taking a few long steps toward him so that she's within a more comfortable speaking distance.

"Because I think that might be more pressing than your brainbot's desire to play fetch."

"Or we could not! I like that option a lot!" he says, beckoning them brainbot over to him before he began to retreat toward his lair on the catwalks, unfolding himself and getting to his feet.

"So, you know, find me some tough rubber balls for the brainbot and I'll look into better fetch options. I n the mean time I have- work to do."

Totally has work. Engineering work. All over engineering. Where she works. There may be a flaw in this cunning plan.

"Well, why don't I assist you on whatever it is that you're doing on this Engineering deck where I also work?"

Yep, she's just not going to drop this. She continues on, waving her hand. "She's worried about you, you know. It's good to have people that you can rely on here, especially people from your world who know things about you that other people ... don't."

"I'm working on tools for Kasumi. I don't need your help," he says, ducking his head as he ended the lair. "And you really need to stop talking about -- or to -- Miss Ritchi!"

He's-- really not comfortable with that at all. He also really needs to cobble together a door her can lock up here, but so far, no such luck.

She crosses her arms over her chest, head canted to the side. "You're helping Kasumi with tools? I'd love to see what you come up with and it just so happens that I'm aware of most of the equipment Kasumi has with her, since we're friends and all. But... you're changing the subject, and you unfortunate can't stop me from speaking to people that I think just want to help you."

This is kind of -- cute, in a way.

"Don't you like her?"

Going over to his makeshift work bench, Megamind rolled his shoulders, resisting the urge to hunch them; he didn't like this feeling. He felt-- pressured, cornered, small. There was nothing here to make him look big and gran, no capes or mantles or tall collars to draw the eye, to dazzle an audience.

But that costume was carefully secreted away. For safety's sake. He'd break it out when he needed to impress, when he needed that dazzle.

"Are you seriously inquiring about-- about my feelings?" he says, giving her a narrow-eyed glance, practically giving her Jazz Hands when the word feelings came out of his mouth. "Why? Why-- does it matter to you?"

Nobody has ever cared before.

It's an alien feeling.

It's scary.