HotelKilo
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Corridor to Medbay
Mehitabel didn't seem to be overly concerned by matters of protocol, at least between the three of them standing around, other then in the formal construction of her speech that indicated Yamataian wasn't her native language. She shrugged slightly, "Of the nickname's I've had over the years, it certainly is the easiest on the ears. I can see it being fairly easy to get caught up on if you were speaking in a hurry."
"Morning, Yuuki-hei!" she answered cheerfully, considering her apparent two-for-two success at not alienating her fellow crew. Belle's eyes lowered briefly to Shiho's stomach, not accusingly per-say, "The dumplings needed saving? I dare say they probably didn't get it..."
"Sounds like that old fighting spirit they always go on about in basic training!" she chirps happily, not exactly comprehending the serious nature of food-based competitive brawling. Roughhousing seemed like a good way to test each other out, in a low-key way. Her mind had drifted almost to another sector before it was dragged back into the realm of life aboard a Star Army vessel. Belle cleared her throat, fist doing a poor job of hiding her blush, "Naked? I, ah, had heard that the Army didn't do that anymore. Some kind of piloting suit?"
Giving Freyja a reassuring pat on the back, and a sympathetic smile, Belle whispered back, "I'm sure she's not completely insane. At the very least she's good enough at her job to keep it despite being crazy."
Wobbling a little from the arm around her shoulders, Mehitabel recovered with a minimum of useless flapping. Putting on the sternest possible face, she tossed her head, "I appreciate the offer, Ishii-hei, but I'll have you know I haven't cried while receiving an injection in at least the last six months."
Mehitabel didn't seem to be overly concerned by matters of protocol, at least between the three of them standing around, other then in the formal construction of her speech that indicated Yamataian wasn't her native language. She shrugged slightly, "Of the nickname's I've had over the years, it certainly is the easiest on the ears. I can see it being fairly easy to get caught up on if you were speaking in a hurry."
"Morning, Yuuki-hei!" she answered cheerfully, considering her apparent two-for-two success at not alienating her fellow crew. Belle's eyes lowered briefly to Shiho's stomach, not accusingly per-say, "The dumplings needed saving? I dare say they probably didn't get it..."
"Sounds like that old fighting spirit they always go on about in basic training!" she chirps happily, not exactly comprehending the serious nature of food-based competitive brawling. Roughhousing seemed like a good way to test each other out, in a low-key way. Her mind had drifted almost to another sector before it was dragged back into the realm of life aboard a Star Army vessel. Belle cleared her throat, fist doing a poor job of hiding her blush, "Naked? I, ah, had heard that the Army didn't do that anymore. Some kind of piloting suit?"
Giving Freyja a reassuring pat on the back, and a sympathetic smile, Belle whispered back, "I'm sure she's not completely insane. At the very least she's good enough at her job to keep it despite being crazy."
Wobbling a little from the arm around her shoulders, Mehitabel recovered with a minimum of useless flapping. Putting on the sternest possible face, she tossed her head, "I appreciate the offer, Ishii-hei, but I'll have you know I haven't cried while receiving an injection in at least the last six months."