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[At a glance, Nate doesn't seem too perturbed for a recently spirited away from home guy who never expected to go into the upper atmosphere of Earth, much less make it to the far reaches of space. Either he's extremely adaptable or he's great at putting up a front. Then again, why can't it be both?]

This is where we all share a little about ourselves, right? [He raises a hand in a casual wave. Those who have met Nate since his arrival might notice that he is now wearing a wedding ring.] My name's Nathan Drake, my hobbies include climbing and digging into the really dusty parts of the library, and I don't actually like long walks on the beach that much. Which I wouldn't have thought would be an issue since, you know. Space. But then we went to Vacation Planet.

[The cheerful expression of an amiable wiseass slips a little, revealing something closer to wonderment.]

I've gotta tell you, when I boarded my plane home, I didn't expect to end up outside of the solar system. So far, space isn't what I would have pictured. But the view on the observation deck, wow—it's pretty out of this world.

[He chuckles at his own pun, because he's the kind of person who does that.]

Can't say coming here would have been my first choice of next career moves, but I can think of worse places to be. Anyway, good to meet everyone, or at least talk at you. [He shrugs.] Close enough.

[action for nomo #013; this is the first time Nate's returned to the ship since going down to spend a few days in the lap of luxury, and he's brought a few things with him. His area of the room isn't messy yet, possibly because he just doesn't have that much stuff yet, but there are a few packages stacked on his bunk. Nate himself is sitting on the couch, flipping through his journal when he's not playing with the MID.]

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It does. But then again— we don't exactly know who or what we're dealing with when it comes to who's in charge.

[ She needs to pencil it in: have a chat with el capitán, get answers. Explore with or without permits. ]

What, working new jobs or Vacation Planet?

[Not yet. Nate has his own thoughts on how to get more information than what's been fed to them so far. And so, he suspects, does she.]

Jobs. I mean, for starters, I have one; it's been a long time since I did anything but freelance.

[Also, he won't be stealing things, so that's something of a career change.]

Ah-huh. And what's this job? Does it promise treasure at the end of the ransacked temple?

Believe it or not, you're looking at the Moira's newest teacher. Languages and gen ed.

[The expression on his face says what he thinks of that better than words could.]

And how would you know that? You're full of shit.

You'd be surprised. Space vixens love Earth-born cowboys. Don't you watch tv?

[She's joking, naturally.]

Any first impressions about the people here?

[Not that she trusts any of them, but she trusts Nate's opinion. Mostly.]

maybe don't it just makes you an ass

okay i'll give that a try thanks. [The thanks is sincere, but] you're full of shit if you expect me to believe you knew you were going to get space kidnapped though

Reeeeeeally?

[ Color her surprised, brows raised right up, eyes wide at him. ]

Do you have a course outline already planned?

[That actually makes him laugh out loud.]

Are you kidding me? I don't even know what counts as gen ed. You'd think finishing high school would be a requirement for being a teacher.

Wait— what? You didn't finish high school?

[ How does she not know this? What else doesn't she know about her own husband? ]

You've got me, I am indeed full of shit.

Pfft. No.

[~~GOOD FUCKING QUESTION~~ He shrugs, not looking particularly bothered. She'd gotten the bullet points version of how he met Sully some time ago, but all the details of his past had just never come up.]

I was on the streets before I met Sully, and he didn't try make me enroll once we partnered up. I'd have run and he'd have gotten some tough questions about why he was suddenly living with a young boy.

So when we weren't on a job, I just left the house every morning so the neighbors wouldn't think I was a truant, if they bothered to notice. Got a lot of self-teaching done that way.

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Huh.

[ Elena swears she can see a star soar above their heads with a rainbow trail saying, 'the more you know'. ]

So why not put some of those self-taught lessons toward your classes? Unless they all have to do with thieving and breaking into places...?

I mean— you are pretty smart, for someone mostly self taught.

Oh gee, thanks.

[He's not actually offended by her hedging on that compliment, though. She's not wrong.]

Yeah...I guess I will. I just never thought of how to pass that knowledge on to somebody else instead of absorbing it myself, you know? Plus languages just make sense to me. They always have. And if you start with Latin, it helps with a ton of other languages. But I doubt most people here have the same background.

What, I'm being serious! I've seen you solve some pretty tough puzzles, piece things together with the smallest bit of clues. You're good at what you do, and we both know how much you love doing it.

[ She never would've guessed he was someone who'd been raised mostly on the streets and learned on the go without the education to back him up. ]

They don't. But you won't know that unless you ask around. If Latin is like a primary root for other languages then start your course outline with that and go from there.

That probably is the best starting point, unless they have something specific in mind. I don't have training, so I'd pretty much have to stick with what I know.

[He's still not sure if he's a teacher because education is valued in space or because the crew needs certain kinds of skills, but he supposes he'll find out soon.]

What about you? I don't suppose they made you the official ship news anchor or something.

And what if I had assumed correctly? Would that still make me an ass?

I didn't know, but I like to be prepared for anything. Weapons around at all times usually has you covered if ridiculous circumstances come up. Like space kidnappings.

Nope. It's something else. Something not related to being a reporter or journalist.

[ Surprise surprise. ]

[Not that surprising when they clearly don't match backgrounds with assignments.]

Yeah? What is it? Don't leave me hanging.

That's just it— 'hanging' is what I'll be doing.

Huh? I don't get it.

[ GRIMACING. ]

I'm uh. I'm the new climbing instructor.

What?

[For a moment Nate just stares, as if he's waiting for her to laugh and say she's kidding.]

But that's—you're—I could have done that!

I guess they...thought I was more quali...fied...?

[ There's no laughter and no 'HAHA JUST KIDDING!!'. Elena's just wincing. His voice pitching in a disbelieving whine makes her wince all the more. Oops. ]

Sorry.

I wouldn't say I think you're uncool. I think most grown-ups are [ Untrustworthy. Probably out to get her. Murderers. ] weird.

[ Yeah. She'll go with that. ]

But you...you're...bordering on almost cool.

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