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Jack Oat (masterofnone) wrote in lost_world,

Jack nodded and went back to peeling. Her attention seemed focused heavily on that, but she'd learned long ago to split her focus. The man was different; she couldn't place his accent, not yet. He was well-mannered, and she hoped he wasn't the kind that expected her to act like a lady. She could, but she might feel the need to act otherwise to get him a little riled. Her lips took an impish curve at the thought of being mischevious. Instead, she cut a little too deeply, upsetting the flow of the peel.

"Well, fuck. Got further this time than last." She set the knife down, and did so in a way that wasn't too obvious that she had put it down as far away from him as politely possible. Her fingers were rather dexterous, and she quickly had the peels turned and curved into nice little rosettes.

"I can do that - eat your heart out, Ina." She laughed softly, shaking her head. The hunter turned her attention back to him, or more made it obvious he had more of her attention.

"You're a newbie? Just hopped on the train, and have no idea how or why, or even where? Damn crazy ride this one." Jack took the time to wave at one of the aliens, whether he/she/it had intentions of waving back didn't matter.

"We're their guinea pigs. It's a real blast. They whisk us planet to planet to planet..." Here Jack paused as if she were counting. "To planet to ship. It's probably not a cycle, pattern, but that's how it's gone so far. You just got in on the ship level. Congrats!"