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“Gavin. Pleasure t’ meetcha. And thanks, dude. That’d be awesome.” the shaggy dog replied earnestly. He hadn’t expected so much as an answer, let alone a guide. People could be surprising sometimes. He had shot a glance over in the direction that she had pointed, but didn’t immediately spot tall, green, and scaly. He did see butts and backs, though. Butts and backs as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful in a ‘not-at-all-even-remotely-beautiful-but-still-trying’ kind of way.

Looking back at Phoebe, Gavin relaxed a bit. She seemed nice. The first person he had actually spoken to aboard the Promise was cool...a good sign, perhaps? Yeah, definitely. It was going to be a good...err, year? Two?...however long he would be staying in space. 

He made as if he were going to go on ahead, but stopped and waited for her to join him. She was the one that knew where they were going, so it's not like he had a choice. But that was okay. As long as she would lead, he would follow.

Gavin shifted from one hand to the other the stack of valuable information that would likely be tossed away at the soonest convenience with little-to-no reading having actually been done. He could feel something rumbling, a sixth sense of sorts kicking in… it was time.

Time for small talk.

“So, where ya from? And uh...” he began before trailing off. He was going to ask what her power was but...was that frowned upon? Rude? He wasn’t sure. It really wasn’t back home, but he wasn’t in Ohio anymore. He was in space. He’d have to follow space rules. But screw it, they were all metas here and, well, he was curious. So…

 “What’s your gimmick?”