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[waspling]

[Lisbeth can get by just fine with some mediocre job if she has to, that's not the issue. She's not going to advertise herself for a job. What she is going to do is try and get some resources on the technology here and maybe, just maybe, find a few like-minded people that share her interests. Maybe they could even be useful in the future.]

Anyone good with the tech here?

I've figured out a few things. I need to learn more.

[She hates putting herself out there like this but after days of going back and forth and considering the consequences, she has decided it's really the only way. She just doesn't have the network or resources she had back home.]

Any kind of computer or machinery or anything.

Comments

[waspling]

[This Turian is nice, but not what she's looking for with her initial inquiry. Tech-heads are precisely what he's looking for.

That doesn't mean Lisbeth has no desire to keep talking though. She's curious.]

What are your people like? what are you like?

[nyx_it]

Spiky, rule-oriented soldiers with a lot of sticks up their asses.

[Sorry, Lisbeth, there's a bit of salt here. Maybe more than a bit. But she says it so casually, she might as well be describing the weather.]

Me? I'm Vetra, for starters. You?

[waspling]

[Spiky? She isn't sure what that means but she's picturing people ready to stab.

It's almost a full two minutes before Vetra will get a response back though. Lisbeth takes her time doing a risk assessment of sharing her real name but ultimately decides there's no harm in it.]

Lisbeth.

My people are spiky too.

[As for the saltiness, she can definitely sympathize.]

[nyx_it]

[She wasn't really expecting an answer, when one doesn't come soon. She'd been ready to move on, but when the answer does appear, it earns a twitch of her mandible. A turian half smile.]

Nice meeting you.

And you know, when you say "your people", I've gotta ask what people that is.

[waspling]

[It's a fair enough question and one she's more than willing to give. Lisbeth doesn't think too much of her own people.]

The human race. Almost all of us are bastards.

[nyx_it]

[There's a laugh on her end. One that ripples in the subvocals of her voice -- like echoes.]

Isn't that the truth? For all of us?

[waspling]

[Considering the current xenophobia of Thisavrou she supposes it is. It's really kind of depressing.

People, no matter what kind, are assholes everywhere.]

You're right. We're all selfish on a base level.

[nyx_it]

Selfishness, a universal constant.

[She still sounds a little amused, but it's more wry than actually humorous.]

Guess that's reassuring. In a weird, depressing kind of way.

[waspling]

It might be the one thing you can depend on people for.

[And it should be a depressing thought but she feels ambivalent towards it, resigned, as it's not a new revelation at all.]

[nyx_it]

Well, that. And everyone needs something.

You can always depend on that, too.