He twitches a smile at her as he pulls up a chair, sitting down heavily. He clear his throat once, then takes his hat off and sets it on the chair beside him.
"Yeah, I got a feeling about that. It ain't all whores and thieves lookin' for a better life, here."
"Well - you might be onto something with the seeking better lives," Hilda
has to concede. "The rest...well, we're a varied bunch here."
Thieves, yes, certainly. But even if she sells him on more contemporary
language, nobody's going to know what a sex worker is when he goes home,
are they?
When you've lived as long as Hilda has, 'whores' is honestly pretty mild in
the grander scheme of things.
"Absolutely! I mean, it doesn't seem to matter much who you were back
home, and certainly not what side of the law you were on," she says
cheerfully. "We've all got something to chip in regardless."
"Mortimer? He's a quiet one," Hilda says, starting her own meal. "I'm
paired up with Entrapta - you might have seen her around. Young woman,
lots of purple hair."
She's hard to miss when she's not clambering through a vent or something
equally worrying.
"It's a bit tricky to get into the habit," Hilda says, sympathetically.
"And when it's new technology, well, it's harder still. Gadgets like that
are all over the place where I'm from, but I remember when they were new."
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Hilda goes about serving herself some pasta, picks up her cutlery.
"Such as?" she asks, innocently curious.
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He serves himself some of that pasta, too-- he'd never had it before coming here, but he can't fault Jack for having liked it, back then. Filling.
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She goes to find them a table.
"I'll be honest with you, Arthur. Some of that will translate here, but some of it...mm, well. You'll see."
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"Yeah, I got a feeling about that. It ain't all whores and thieves lookin' for a better life, here."
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"Well - you might be onto something with the seeking better lives," Hilda has to concede. "The rest...well, we're a varied bunch here."
Thieves, yes, certainly. But even if she sells him on more contemporary language, nobody's going to know what a sex worker is when he goes home, are they?
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"Sure. But I suppose if the Admiral brought me here, he believes I got something to bring to the table."
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When you've lived as long as Hilda has, 'whores' is honestly pretty mild in the grander scheme of things.
"Absolutely! I mean, it doesn't seem to matter much who you were back home, and certainly not what side of the law you were on," she says cheerfully. "We've all got something to chip in regardless."
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"I tried looking for the feller appointed to me for the month, but I ain't seen him around. How's yours?"
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"Mortimer? He's a quiet one," Hilda says, starting her own meal. "I'm paired up with Entrapta - you might have seen her around. Young woman, lots of purple hair."
She's hard to miss when she's not clambering through a vent or something equally worrying.
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"Can't miss her," he agrees, mouth half-full. Sorry. Terrible manners, doesn't care to fix them.
"Seems energetic."
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One of these days she'll tell you about the cannibalism and then we can talk table manners, buddy.
"That she is. And absolutely brilliant, come to that. Just doesn't always think things all the way through."
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"Impulsive," he says, gesturing with his fork. "I get that. Not much good can come from all that, but nothing that can't be, uh, practiced."
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"Exactly. It's just a bit of an arse that we're here in a place where not a lot of anything has consequences for long," she has to admit.
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Hilda smiles crookedly.
"You do have a good point. I'm just waiting for her to actually...find a pony. Metaphorically speaking."
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"Let's hope it ain't another inmate, that's all," he says, with a crooked little grin over at her.
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"I shudder to think. As for your gentleman, you should try getting him over the network. Have you used your one of these much?"
She takes her communicator from her pocket to demonstrate what she means.
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"It's a bit tricky to get into the habit," Hilda says, sympathetically. "And when it's new technology, well, it's harder still. Gadgets like that are all over the place where I'm from, but I remember when they were new."
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