Snippet #2468296

Nimba resigned herself to watching the spectacle of the gathering unfold. Especially once the rutting reptilian thing started its chattering. Contempt for another race? That would be most hypocritical of her, given her peoples' general treatment at large. It would also be a very mortal thing of her- some might even say very human thing. Wasn't the case, though. She didn't really know enough about the Narans to have some kind of centralized opinion on them. She also refrained from labeling an entire race built upon a stereotype for aforementioned reasons, and even though that was hard given just how damned well human she was she more or less managed it. In any case, her disdain for the creature boiled up because of its tone. She'd seen plenty of nobles, or even just the moderately wealthy, who'd developed this kind of cancerous delusion that the world still owed them something after handing them so gods damned much. It made her scratch her head. Hell, it made her pissed. Her mouth worked into a frown, and her brow creased the longer she looked at them and thought about it. At least they were paying. You know, giving of themselves to those who could actually use it. And the gold was good, after all. Hard to argue with cold hard coin. Especially when there was enough of it to almost swim in.

The armored giant.. thing that had stepped forward just a bit before the snake- oh, how she loved and loved and loved that this girl was a snake; so many wonderfully bad jokes- gave her a moment's pause, as well. I mean, wow that thing was big. She wondered if size was in any way relative to its intelligence. That thought bubble lasted for about a minute, and then Nimba was sniggering at how Adrian reacted to the thing just shoving a bag full of gold in his face. Probably the only time the man would've ever thought the act of somebody paying him to be flat out rude. If anything it was a funny enough scene just because of the awkward lingering tension in the air as he sized it up before finally accepting the purse. Damn, then she started wondering just how they would fit aboard the Anya. Man, oh man. Afterward he went on his bit about how he felt for her and could relate to her and wow she never got tired of how good he'd gotten as schmoozing with these sorts of people - for a moment there she heard "people" in the exact same tone the Naralin had used earlier to describe the other potential passengers.

Just as she was pushing herself off the side of the ship, her attention was called back to Voss. He was talking to her, but his eyes were still locked onto the others. She got the feeling that he was just as concerned about them as she was, though.. maybe not for the same reasons? Probably. Nimba was just in this. Requinn foreseeable had other goals, she assumed. "He's the smartest out of all of us. He's the most dangerous person aboard this ship now and they all think he's an idiot. It'd be ironic if it weren't so frightening."

Nimba cocked her head to one side, "Huh?" She asked, looking a little bit like a dolt with the face she made. Wasn't long before she put two and two together and realized he probably meant the old guy who'd just announced himself as a target to all the others. "Oh."

He went on anyway, paying her momentary lapse no mind. He even laid a hand on her shoulder, which made her once again instinctively tense up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I owe your captain some money. For my sake, please be careful around some of these passengers." Then he just walked off.

She was at a bit of a loss, there. Had he just...? Yeah, he.. he had. He'd actually said something in a way that.. kind of sounded like he'd been concerned for her? Well, that was weird. Not really in a bad way, no, just... Strange. She folded her arms, shifting weight to another foot and raising an eyebrow curiously. Her gaze flickered to the snake and the lizard, who looked like they were trying to find somebody who'd take them to their "quarters" or something. With a derisive snort, she looked back at Adrian. It's not like she was gonna volunteer for that chore. As petty as it sounded, she could hardly bring herself to think about them. Why in the world would she want to actually have to deal with them? Ew. That would almost make her feel like she was getting involved with this madness. Better some other poor soul on the crew do it. In what was either a moment of clarity or her trying to condone staying out of it, she figured that "escorting" them would end with her flying off the rails during or fuming in a corner after the fact.

Yeah. She was just dandy where she was.