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Kaeci hadn't been in service to Vanderos long enough to have much allegiance in the way of an emotional farewell. The occasion still earned enough of the Iilusian's attention to warrant breaking from fiddling and picking at his new scarf to offer a small wave. Changing hands had become his life ever since he was pried off of his planet, and the allure of stars and cultures beyond imagination was tempting...though there was always something missing. Distractingly so, 'Miss Harriet' exuded a small familiar glow he couldn't help but be drawn to in this sea of steel like a moth to a flame.
In such a primal sense, [i]no[/i], it was not 'love' as humans understood it in spite of how it seemed at times. There likely wasn't even a word in Kaeci's native language to describe the alien 'Miss Harriet'.

Fine bladed mandibles leisurely picked at one of the ends of the plaid scarf as the small group approached the docked vessel. Looking up at the craft while Carver spoke, Kaeci folded his commlink and spat out the fabric. [color=8882be]"I haf put in zeh order for my szinks to be sent over. Ohzer zehn zeht, yeh, I am about ready"[/color] he mused, sputtering out a bit of fluff and resting their hands on his hips before looking over to Harriet for her response.