[Rocket should probably feel bad for teaching her racial slurs, but he sure doesn't. He stares at her offering of "food" and declares that she is definitely not the dangerous type. If she's masterminding something here, she's either completely unaware of it or she's deceptively brilliant.]
Given the average prison system's take on dinner, this might be a step up. [he reaches down and picks up one of the springs, beginning to unwind it.]
Which planet did you come from? [Part of him- a small part of him- almost wishes she would say Half-World, regardless of how dangerous that can be for a multitude of reasons. Better to ask now than drive himself crazy figuring it out.]
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Given the average prison system's take on dinner, this might be a step up. [he reaches down and picks up one of the springs, beginning to unwind it.]
Which planet did you come from? [Part of him- a small part of him- almost wishes she would say Half-World, regardless of how dangerous that can be for a multitude of reasons. Better to ask now than drive himself crazy figuring it out.]