"Oh god she's back again," Dyn has come out from the back room to lean against the counter next to her. His face is pulled into a slight grimace, or at least, as much of a grimace as a Rychonian could with their face plates. Her translator crackles as he begins to speak again, lagging behind the movements of his face. "Do you think she's just dense or is it all some underhand attempt to instigate us?"
Oh Dyn, sweet, passive-aggressive Dyn. In his mind, everyone was out to antagonise him. She didn't even need to use powers to see that. Magz turns her head, follows his line of sight to the human standing out like a sore tail by the shampoos. It touches them as if not quite sure what she's looking for, twisting bottles with gloved fingers before cringing when she realises its conditioner for Thaxynin manes. She turns it back to its previously position exactly, going so far to adjust it minutely several times before stepping surely to the next isle. Her movements seem so confident despite the fact she was completely out of her depth. Magz wonders briefly if this ape-like creature was just aware of how obvious it was, visiting the store everyday for seemingly the same products over and over again.
Feeling Dyn almost vibrating beside her, Magz decides to take the initiative in her life for once and steps out from behind the counter and heads towards the human. She briefly hears Dyn mutter something along the lines of "Kick her ass" before she's half-way across the store and coming into the aisle where the human is staring blankly at the products. Magz wants to say that it is a short human, but she's not seen enough out of armour to really compare - they're all small to her, anyway.
"The Earth lavender soaps came back in stock this morning, if you were looking for more. I believe we have a human-safe scrub made of such plants also." She knows she's startled the creature by the way surprise rolls briefly from her mind, but to its credit, it doesn't show any physical signs. Heck, even a lesser telepath would have a hard time deciphering it's emotions. She waits patiently for it it speak and when it does, she's surprised to find it's speaking the Kryikan language - her language. Its strange hearing it on a human's tongue - its sounds so heavy and rumbling and awkward but she's still impressed.
'Uh...I was thinking if you would maybe like to come with my crew and myself to the bar down in the lower levels this evening. I uh...", she pauses, looks around nervously and suddenly the whole image of the solider standing with a commanding presence is gone. Her right hand moves up to toy with the metal chain around her neck, while her left crosses over her chest to grip at her bicep. Defence position, very nervous then. It startled Magz more than she would like to admit but makes the human seem more natural, more real. Finally the human sighs and begins speaking in her own language again. Magz knows as soon as her mouth begins to move again, lips quick and tongue moving in a way that is not Kryikan, that the translator will lag behind. She's speaking fast, wonders if it will even pick up all the words, but somehow it does.
"Ah shit I'm sorry, I'm not good at this. I'd totally get if you're not up for coming out drinking with us but uh, you're like, the only one on this shit-rock that doesn't look at me like they want to gut me? Maybe I'm reading that wrong, though I like to think I know how to read Kryikans. Two years on a ship with them kinda does that heh." She stops, gives the translator time to catch up before going again. "So yeah we're going to Brisbane's down on the lower level. Most of the crew is human but I've got two Kryikans, a Davvy and three Agaars. They're good folk, nice company, honest. And you're welcome to join us. We'll be there at 8."
Unease spills down her spine and she glances over the human, trying to see if this was some form of joke or a genuine invitation. For human military, she was all over the place with her words. "I think I would be more inclined to join you, if I knew who you are." She decides to respond, diplomatic and quiet, worried that the translator would somehow not bring the tone across. The human looks mortified, hands flexing into fists and oh no she'd insulted her it was all downhill from here and the manager would have to get involved and Dyn could probably rip the place apart for an excuse to tear into the human.
"Oh man I'm so sorry, I can't believe how stupid and rude I've been. Fuck I'm so bad at this. Uh, sorry. Right. Me." She runs both hands over her face, pushing the short strands of hair upwards and causing them to stand at ridiculous angles. "I'm Remigius Vogt, Lieutenant in the United Galactic Navy. I'm a part of the 55th Earth Fleet. Please, please just call me Remi." She holds out her hand, palm-up in a casual Kryikan greeting. Magz's unease fades as she realises that this girl is - to borrow a human phrase- a complete dork and nothing like the pre-conceptions everyone in Phobos has about the soldiers. Well, that said, she could easily prove those true later tonight- most of the image of the military came from their time on leave in the port city and she was sure alcohol had a strong influence. With an inward sigh, she returns the gesture with a small smile. Life was stagnant at the moment, she needed to do something exciting for once and well...maybe this was the chance she was looking for.
"Magz." She responds and tries to hold back a chirp, knowing that the human wouldn't understand. "I do not visit the lower levels, but I finish my shift at 7 so will be happy to venture down to meet you and your...crew."
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