Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
Sorel hadn’t considered asking the ship for the answers. In part because she had come to rely on Orihime for solutions to anything technical – and in part because, well…it simply did not occur to her. But it made perfect sense.
And in Sorel’s experience, expertise was a relative term, not an absolute one. If someone knew significantly more than you? Well that made them an expert. At least in the context of that relationship.
But then that made the pilot/ship combination a thought-leader she figured. So she listened to its response. She was still unsure if the ship itself was male, female or of indeterminate sex. Most ships were referred to as feminine, but this was organic and may take offence at being mis-sexed.
And the concept of two dozen organic fighters was incredible – as was the prospect of children. Sorel had to ask, “How large would your children be, and are they scale versions of yourself?”
[member="Orihime Ike"]
And in Sorel’s experience, expertise was a relative term, not an absolute one. If someone knew significantly more than you? Well that made them an expert. At least in the context of that relationship.
But then that made the pilot/ship combination a thought-leader she figured. So she listened to its response. She was still unsure if the ship itself was male, female or of indeterminate sex. Most ships were referred to as feminine, but this was organic and may take offence at being mis-sexed.
And the concept of two dozen organic fighters was incredible – as was the prospect of children. Sorel had to ask, “How large would your children be, and are they scale versions of yourself?”
[member="Orihime Ike"]