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That's strange. Elm is so different from humans physiologically- Terrans didn't have any bark or leaves, that's for sure- but she talks like any Old Earth girl. Korax is different from humans, too, but his differences run deeper. Into his language, even: "This one." Nick briefly wonders if Elm is just as alien, only better at hiding it. Are either of them anything like himself, really? Or each other?

[i]No[/i], Nick corrects himself. Xenophobic thinking isn't worthy of an officer. Here are members of three species, all very different physically, but all... shopping together, at least?

Huh. Sounds like the start to a bad joke, actually. [i]A plant, a mammal and a rock walk into a bazaar...[/i]

"Yeah," Nick breaks out of his thinking, "it's awful. But sometimes you need to give new things a chance, right? You know, I was just thinking of a joke-"

Probably for the better, Nick gets interrupted. A little beeping alert goes off from somewhere inside a leather pouch, tied to his waist. "Oh, sorry," the Captain apologizes, "I guess that's for me." In a single, familiar motion, Nick takes the comm pad from out of his pouch and checks the message. It's a 'new crewmember' alert. Someone named Beatrice Reins, a technical officer, just checked into the [i]Prize [/i]for the first time. 

That name is familiar, but for all his trying, Carabello can't connect it to a face. He'll have to see her sometime. But for now, he just drops her a generic "[i]Welcome Aboard! - Nick[/i]" message. Those are never annoying, right? Yeah, never. Come to think of it, those messages usually include his location automatically, so Reins would probably be able to find him if she wanted to. Maybe he'll see her soon? Who knows. He dismisses the other 1,176 overdue notifications that poor, quasi-sentient datapad desperately tries to get him to read, and returns to the conversation.

"Sorry, Captain stuff. Never stops. I guess botany must be more relaxing." Then, seeing he the wound on Elm's hand, he amends: "Ouch. Or maybe not. What, uh, happened to your hand?"