[center][h1][i][color=darkred][b]Fumiko - Communication Conundrums[/b][/color][/i][/h1][/center]
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Fumiko frowned in visible confusion as the human began to speak in a bewildering variety of what were obviously different languages of this world. Certainly, she could try some of her own - Yatoviniy, Kamitanese, Lyusadiy, and so on. But that would come to nothing. Even with the enormous, incomprehensible cosmic coincidence of [i]humans[/i] on this world - and these were humans as she knew them, she was sure - there was absolutely no chance they spoke any language she might know. 

And so she watched in tense silence, not wanting to provoke a fight, or worse. 

The ship’s spirit crept up behind her from where he’d fled, watching wide eyed in equal shock and awe. Neither of them had any words for the other - what would they even say? Even if they had known what to say to each other, the humans might have thought it was dangerous in some way, a threat, a plan of action. 

They watched as the man held up his chain, then let it drop to the ground where it coiled before them. A symbolic gesture, for certain. She had sheathed her own weapons, and he had dropped his own in turn. She didn’t know the word he spoke as he let it drop, but she didn’t need to. Its message was clear enough. Neither of them wanted to fight today. 

The question was what to do next.

She shared another look with the spirit, and took a step forward, keeping her hands clear of her weapons. She pointed to herself, “Fu-mi-ko.” She paused, and repeated her name, then pointed to the human man, waiting for his response. After a moment, she then turned to her ship, pointing at it, pointing to herself, and threw her arms in the air to flop down at her side in defeat. Whatever other communication barriers there might be - *that* at least was an expression she was confident would be hard to misunderstand. She hoped.