Re: Jump Space: Date: 224-1107 13:00
Shui blinks at the description of the fruit. Not all that glitters is gold, of course. It's a shame about the stench, but why is Corlan looking so depressed? Because the flower is almost gone? Or is he thinking about his past? Uncertain which, she doesn't try to offer any comfort, concerned she might offend. It is probably the flower...things like this are not meant to be forever. They burn too brightly.
Reaching out with a tissue (no doubt Yasmine would have something amusing to say about that), Shui brushes the indicated area ever so carefully, and then folds it up. Then she stands and turns to face Corlan in the shifting light of the flower. "Mr. DeSant...I will not say that I assisted you for duty's sake. It has been, truly, my pleasure. Please take me at my word, and you are most welcome for any help I might give, be that as a doctor, steward, or merely a fellow passenger who finds your company most intriguing."
"Please," she continues, "when the flower is gone, and the fruit arrives, I would like to examine it. I can remove it to my laboratory, to...clear the room of whatever scent may disturb you." She considers for a moment. "Though I suspect you must think it an odd request - I assure you I do not prefer the scent of month-old rot to a bouquet of roses." A quick bow. "I would greatly appreciate it."
Meeting his eyes, she cocks her head to the side, a small smile playing a the corners of her mouth. "It seems that every time I turn around, Mr. DeSant, you have another surprise for me. I must admit, I am most curious to see what the next could be." Dropping into a crouch, she studies the flower again, reaching out very carefully to touch the 'petals', her fingers as light upon them as feathers.