twelve_not_fourteen | Walking the earth with eyes turned skywards ...

A shame that he isn't moving all that slow and that he can't read her thoughts. If he was to know she was in a hurry - he'd have a lazy smile on his lips and Han would have to make some mention of her wanting to rush into getting him alone.

Instead, she's treated to what it's like to walk through a dingy alley with Han Solo. If she were to look carefully at his face, it would be a bit hard to read. He has a look on it that seems to be looking at everything at once or possibly nothing at all.

He, also, might be a tad more quiet now than he was inside the cantina. Not to the point of being unfriendly or in a way that suggests he doesn't want to talk anymore, but ... he does seem slightly different now.

"My ship is still half taken apart." He reminds her with a half hearted shrug. "I can't go anywhere in a hurry."

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cheeseburgermarvel

She did catch him looking and it simply made her grin a little wider. Had he gone up the ramp first she would've probably done the same thing.

Once they're up there she reaches over to close the ramp. After being jumped in the alley she isn't taking chances. "For safety," she explains. "But don't feel like I'm keeping you. If you want to leave, press and hold this yellow button." She points it out and then shifts the bottle to her other arm.

She gives him a shrug as she leads them towards the galley. Carol assumes that he's anxious to see the controls or the guts, but she's thinking about glasses first. "Sometimes I have a small crew. Sometimes I pick up refugees. Sometimes even my cat comes along. But right now it's only me. Hope you don't mind." As if he would.

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twelve_not_fourteen

"Turns out I'm not particularly claustrophobic."

He says as she reaches to close the ramp. Carols rationale for wanting to keep the ship is a good one and if there's any ulterior motive - such as making sure they don't get disturbed while they're up here - that doesn't bother him at all. It was thoughtful of her to let him know how to get out, though.

Also, for the record, he doesn't seem to be disappointed with her choice of the galley first. Han is taking the opportunity to look around, however, while she's going for the glasses.

"I don't mind at all." He says as his eyes flick over toward hers. "In fact, the quiet seems like a nice idea."

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cheeseburgermarvel

She didn't even realize it as an ulterior motive then, though she is thinking about it now. Despite the confidence she's portraying, Carol doesn't usually go around picking up handsome smugglers in bars. Work keeps her busy and if she thinks too hard about flirting she usually ends up saying something ridiculous.

Which is why she's side stepping a lot of small talk and pulling glasses from the galley. They're plastic, which is not fancy, but that keeps them from breaking when you have to do a barrel roll to avoid enemy fire.

She gives him a smile when their eyes meet and she passes the bottle over to him. "A great idea. You want to pour?" Mostly because she's not sure how much of the stuff he should drink right away.

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twelve_not_fourteen

She won't have to ask Han twice. He'll confidently assume the role of bartender for this evening; taking up the bottle into his hand, he pours two glasses for them. Hers is nearly filled up to the top. His has perhaps an ounce in it. The drinks are then doled out appropriately.

"We'll see how we do like this."

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cheeseburgermarvel

"Works for me." Carol picks up the glass carefully, doing her best not to spill any of the liquid. If he's only drinking that small amount it must pack a hell of a punch.

"Should we drink to that ship of yours? The one you'll have one day?"

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twelve_not_fourteen

There's a flicker of some kind of emotion in his face that doesn't quite match up with the slightly aloof, unflappable persona. Hard to say what it is because it's not around long enough to scrutinize with great detail. Only thing Carol that can be certain of is that he felt something when she mentioned the other ship.

... desperation, longing, worry, forlornness ...

Anyway, he has to go back a ways in his memory to get to the last time he drank to something. The fact that he could was all the reason this young scoundrel needed.

"Can we do two? To your successful mission and the Millenium Falcon?"

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cheeseburgermarvel

She does notice the flicker of something pass over his features, but it's so quick that she can't get a reading on it. Either way, it seems like he could definitely use a drink.

"Two works for me. To my mission and the Millennium Falcon." Carol carefully raises the glass in his direction before taking a sip of the liquid. She starts off with a small one since it's something brand new and she's not sure what to expect from it.

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twelve_not_fourteen

Garrmorl Is a fairly mild alcoholic drink ... when you're a Wookiee. That's why Han didn't poor himself a lot and he is taking a very shallow sip from his glass to start with. A true warriors drink - Chewbacca once explained - because some of the brewing process required the bones left behind after a feast. Its effects tend to work very hard on Han and very quickly, who is not exactly a slouch when it comes to his drinking.

How well it will work on a lady with abilities and hybrid DNA? He hasn't a clue. He's keeping a very close eye on her, though. Just in case.

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cheeseburgermarvel

Carol feels the alcohol hit her harder than most, but nothing more than the excitement you get after half a glass of beer. But knowing that it could hit her all at once later, she only takes another small sip out of the glass. It's just enough where she feels comfortable walking around with it and knowing she won't spill.

"Would you like a tour?" Based on their conversation in the bar it's a silly question, but she figures she better ask.

Edited Date: 2017-09-12 11:44 pm (UTC)

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twelve_not_fourteen

As long as she's doing okay, it doesn't especially matter to Han how much she's drinking or how quick. He hasn't put together for certain that most earth alcohol doesn't have much of an effect for her, but when he does ... he hopes she'll get relaxation from the spirit he picked.

"I hoped to take a look around." Han admits. "Not saying we have to, but it was part of the allure."

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cheeseburgermarvel

Carol's pretty sure that it will, at some point. She's feeling it more already than she ever does for any comparable portion of Earth alcohol. As for Earth alcohol, it can have an effect on her, but she really does have to drink a lot of it.

She takes another sip and gives him a grin. "It'd be pretty cold of me to talk up my ship and not show her off. You want to see the living spaces first or the engines?" Regardless of what he picks, she's saving the cockpit for the last stop. Maybe it'd be smoother to pick her quarters, but she's thinking like a pilot right now.

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twelve_not_fourteen

He likes seeing Carol smile. It's funny how being around her reminds him of how little the people he's surrounded with do. Or how unnatural it feels for him to smile back at someone in a way that's genuine. The sarcastic smile comes easily enough. At any rate, his eyes look different then they did in the bar ... more relaxed, pleased even.

"Putting it on me to make the choice, huh?" His lips upturn just a little, but to call it a smile would probably be overstating it. "Show me the workings, the controls, all that. That'll be the foreplay."

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cheeseburgermarvel

Depending on whatever current catastrophe is happening on or around Earth, Carol doesn't get a lot of chances to smile while on duty. But she's had to learn to take them when she could. It feels good to smile because there's a man interested in your and your ship. Almost feels normal.

"I thought you might pick that." And while she doesn't respond to the foreplay comment, you can damn well bet she heard it. Her grin stretched just a little wider. With a tip of her head towards the door, she leads them out of the galley and on the way to the cockpit. So much for her plan of finishing here, but hey, she's flexible.

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twelve_not_fourteen

It's not often that he meets someone who has traveled to places he's never even heard of, can have a lively discussion about starships and packs the strength of a rancor in smaller, curvier frame. Is there anything that's not interesting about Carol?

She seems to let a lot of his more rambunctious or familiar comments slide. Which is enough of a passive form of acceptance that he'll keep on talking that way.

"I'm that easy to read?" He murmurs, hanging back just long enough to grab their bottle before following in her wake. "I guess I'll have to come up with some ways to surprise you."

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cheeseburgermarvel

He should definitely continue those kinds of comments and she will eventually figure out how to respond to them. Being kind of bad at flirting is super real. But hopefully the smiles and the tour show that she's very much interested.

"Please do," she said as they started down the short hallway to the cockpit. "I'm confident I can handle anything you throw at me."

Before she could decide if that was good enough flirting she lead them into the cockpit. The place was decked out in shiny chrome and brand new displays and instruments. It was high tech for Earth and felt even higher of tech for this section of the universe. There were two spaces for additional crew but the main seat and console was clearly hers and designed to be fine with just one person flying.

She let him take it all in as she took another sip of her drink.

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twelve_not_fourteen

A couple of different replies come to mind when she mentions being able to 'handle him'. He's trying to decide on exactly which one he might unleash on her when they get to the cockpit. At that point, he seems a little bit too distracted to be smarmy ...

His eyes drift over the control panel. The controls are a little unfamilar, but he thinks he could fly this ship if he needed to. There's lots of different tech from lots of different worlds where he hails from. Any pilot worth their salt in a Galaxy Far Far Away needs to be adaptable.

Han, unceremoniously, plops himself into the Captain's chair. Leans back and swivels a little bit in the seat with a smirk on his face. "So where do you sit?"

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cheeseburgermarvel

She's not entirely pleased when he goes and plops into her chair like he owns the place, but she takes another drink and admits that the move is not entirely unexpected.

"You know damn well that is where I sit," she replies with a laugh. "Where else would I sit on my ship?" Thank goodness he doesn't look in love with it otherwise she'd be concerned that he'd try to charm her out of it.

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twelve_not_fourteen

Her ship is alright, but it's no Millenium Falcon.

The thing of it is, he's having fun with Carol. With only a fraction of awareness of all her power, he's not particularly intimidated (or wary) of her the way he would be if he had known exactly how strong she is from moment one. Plus she helped him out without him even needing to ask - that goes a long way toward earning his trust.

"Are you sure? I'm fitting in this chair pretty good ..." He says with a grin, leaning back a little more. He laces his fingers together and puts his hands behind his head, forming a makeshift 'pillow' and closing his eyes.

"Looks like a mix of automated and manual controls?"

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cheeseburgermarvel

She does know that he's just having fun. Again, it's just a thing she's not entirely used to. Nobody has ever had the balls to sit down in her captain's chair like they own the place. And more importantly, it was rare that someone without powers was so chill about hers after finding out about them. Carol really did appreciate that.

Carol gives him a very light shove for his cheekiness and points out some of the controls, though honestly she's not sure if he opened his eyes or not. "Yep. The thing can run on autopilot, but I only do that if I have a long way to go and need some sleep. Because it's not fun when you're not doing it yourself."

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twelve_not_fourteen

This is him being reserved. He half considered putting his boots up on the console.

At the shove, he hums thoughtfully to himself. A little bit low and a little bit deep. "So, I guess that answers my question of if you know your own strength." He says. His expectation was that she did ... but it's not as if he could say for sure.

Then his eyes peep half-open to see the indications she's giving to the control panel. "I've disabled a lot of the automatic features on mine."

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cheeseburgermarvel

Smart that he didn't. Carol wouldn't have hesitated to knock them off.

"Yeah, I know my own strength. You won't have to worry about me. I can be gentle." The if you want lingers in the air and she takes another sip of the alcohol. She's not feeling it deeply, but normally she may not have thrown in the part about being gentle.

"If I wasn't flying alone I'd probably do that. Safety and all that nonsense." She pauses and looks back at him. "What about the Falcon? Probably a manual girl, right?"

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twelve_not_fourteen

"I ain't soft or anything."

Han has never had to think of himself as fragile before. Even when he was facing someone bigger or stronger than him, his DL-44 went a long way toward equalizing things and he had a bit of a talent for improvising. Besides that ... he was as tough as the gristle on a bantha steak. For a human. Being knocked around was nothing new and he'd been busting his butt for one reason or another as long as he can remember ...

But compared to Carol, he was delicate. Which is a little bit unfamiliar for a guy who had always been so sure of himself.

"The YT-1300's have three droid brains in them when they're stock, but I'd never let a machine have too much control in my ship."

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cheeseburgermarvel

"Didn't mean to imply you were."

Most humans were more delicate when compared to her, but she never thought of them that way unless she was in the middle of a fight with some. And normally the people or alien races she fought had their own enhanced strength and could take the full strength of her punch.

"Droid brains, fascinating." She paced around considering that as she looked over the controls, mostly out of habit. "The ship has an AI OS. Talks back and everything. His name is Harrison but I'm letting him have the night off."

ooc: And omg, I'm now finally realizing why they named the ship's OS that. Bless those comic writing nerds.

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twelve_not_fourteen

When Han gets to know more about Earth and the kinds of people who are her ~~friends from work~~ coworkers, it might put certain things into perspective. The dynamics of power where she comes from are pretty unique. And complicated.

"What kind of a name is that?" He says with a bit of a perplexed look on his face. "Why would you name a program?"

The idea of an artifical intelligence is strange to Captain Solo if there's no 'body' for it to be put into. How's it supposed to do what you need from it? He shrugs it off as something that would probably make a little more sense to him if he was more familiar with her planet's tech.

In any case, Han decides he's gonna stand up from her chair now.

[ The two graphics novels I read so far were full of SW references. ]

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cheeseburgermarvel

He's not wrong about that. If she wasn't totally involved with said dynamics of power she'd barely get it. Best for him to enter into that territory slowly, if at all.

Carol smiles and then gives him a shrug. "I don't know. I didn't name it. I guess it's just an Earth thing. Makes them seem more human."

Despite their advances in AI, they haven't really created anything comparable to droids. They do have LMDs, but those aren't the same. They have robots, but they aren't really the same either. It's something that Tony needs to spend some time on. Carol would love an astromech.

"Ready to see something else?" she asks once he's standing.

[Carol's love of Star Wars is one of the best things ever. And thanks to Disney buying all the things they really just went for it, haha.]