James gave her a reassuring pat on the back and steadied her as they began to slowly leave the medbay. It wasn't like he was in a hurry.
And there it was. Again, the sadness, the pain. It wasn't like he didn't know it was there, or that he didn't feel it. She was his daughter, after all. Even if they had just met a few hours ago, there was biology. And that he knew what it felt like to watch your only parent die in front of you.
He led her into the cafe. Unfortunately their food wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. After all, meal bars, nerf steak, and mashed potatoes couldn't go wrong. Well, ok they could but he had only the best robotic staff on hand taking care of maintenance. They sat down at the table, mostly alone.
"So," he began sipping at a cup of caf on his food tray, "tell me what ye like to do, hobbies and the like."
He figured it was a start.
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