[ He offers his own hand to shake in turn. His grip is delicate, his bones inhumanly light. A slight headcock at that pause - a lie? Or just hesitation before telling the truth? He has no way of knowing, other than a mental note that that was kind of weird.
He'll start with the easier questions, anyway. ]
So, what fleet does your ship belong with? Planetary, mercenary?
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[ He offers his own hand to shake in turn. His grip is delicate, his bones inhumanly light. A slight headcock at that pause - a lie? Or just hesitation before telling the truth? He has no way of knowing, other than a mental note that that was kind of weird.
He'll start with the easier questions, anyway. ]
So, what fleet does your ship belong with? Planetary, mercenary?