No stranger to odd approaches after years working for a Terran airline, Jerri grinned at The'ara. It gave her time to judge if she was crazy-harmless or crazy-murdery.
“Hey, hi, yes, I'm Jerri. Glad you enjoyed it. I've been here for.. well, I've lost count. Pretty sure everyone I knew back on Earth has been dead a thousand years ago or so. Isn't that weird? I just keep keeping on. Still pretty too.”
She had hit auto-defence babbling.
She had read Chezlar's lips and was trying to do the maths. Something, for someone, had obviously gone horribly wrong.
Usually a female in distress was opportunity, but the look on the Changeling's face told Jerri she wasn't getting laid tonight. At least, not by The'ara. Of course, by the looks of it, neither was Chez.
“There is a back door in the kitchen,” Jerri said helpfully. “But first off, you'd be missing an amazing meal... if I do say so myself, and secondly... I haven't seen Chez pay anyone that sort of attention in... ever, so you'll likely be missing out on something pretty awesome there too.” She paused for a moment to ogle the Changeling. “I really had no idea he was interested in that sort of thing. Thought it was an incredible waste.
“Here, have some turkey, its calming, the gravy is good. Did he say something stupid? Nevermind, he's a man, they all say something stupid. The trick is to keep their mouth busy.”
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