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Sheeana is propped in the center of a web of information like a spider. Her legs are folded under her on a squishy little cushion that resembles a spleen or some kind of overgrown tofu dish. Around her are books. Anatomy and natural history books, mostly. Time traveler's notes written in yellowing paper from the 1800s. Papers from scientific journals. Holocubes.

The most prominent is an anatomical chart depicting a Velociraptor from the side, showing all the various muscles, the sinuous curve of the neckbones, the birdlike powerful thigh muscles. It's propped before her on a stand that's green and thin as a thistle, held open by thornlike hooks. Of course it's labeled Dinonychus but any of the ship's dinosaurs would recognize the creature there represented.

Her eyes are glassy as she drinks in the information and her body perfectly still. Every once in a while her pupil will flick over to a part of the chart and she will move an obscure muscle that shouldn't normally be movable by itself...A single one in her face, a twitch of the ears, one toe moving independently of all the others.

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Roxie finds dinosaurs rather interesting—which is why she's paused in her aimless wandering to take a better look at what Sheeana is up to.

She shuffles forward near-silently, to look a little over the woman's shoulder.

Sheeana gives no evidence that she's seen the child approaching. Her eyes remain fixed and glassy. She's imitating Duncan's mentat trance.

Rest assured, she does notice though.

Roxie shuffles to the side so she can get a better look at the texts. Her movements are soft and fluid, with a certain quality that speaks of conserving power, like the way a panther moves so softly until the moment it can strike.

Sheeana holds a hand out. She should be able to see the inquisitive child by now, but again gives no evidence of it. If she wants to know, she'll ask questions, she thinks.

A single tendon flexes in her forearm. She nods as if satisfied, snatches up a twiggy pencil and jots down a note on the arm of the 'Raptor in the chart in incomprehensible shorthand.

"What are you doing?" Roxie finally asks, as it becomes obvious that Sheeana's not going to just volunteer any information.

"Studying Velociraptor anatomy." She says with a little smirk. Oh but the question you should ask is 'why?', child.

"You're a dinosaur fan?" Roxie asks, shuffling a little further forward and over to peek at some of the more esoteric things laid out. The question is rhetorical, mostly--she just doesn't feel like coming out with the real inquiry.

"Vice versa, actually." She makes another note, flexes a single facial muscle, jots something down by the 'raptor's head.

"You have a fan club?" Roxie asks innocently. A bit of a 'buh?' expression leaks through her smooth facade as her eyes follow the movements of Sheeana's face and hands, though.

Sheeana chuckled a tiny bit. "I have an opportunity to teach a dinosaur the Bene Gesserit way. To do it proprerly I must know every facet of their anatomy."

"Bene Gesserit?"

Roxie adjusts her glasses a little. She's clearly never read Dune.

A shame. She'd probably like it.

"My order. We're known for our physical abilities." As well as the psuedo-metaphysical...but then, if what I hear is correct, you have the real thing, girl.

It might not even exist in her universe. Poor girl.

Roxie's attention slides over to all the laid-out texts again for a few long seconds. "What does your order do?"

"The perfection of humans...and now Velociraptors, it seems." Hence the crazy yoga.

"It's interesting." Roxie is intensely curious, but she's not going to give it away that easily. "It's all... training?"

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