it's days like these, you gotta find it in some other way, so one foot in front of the other [OPEN]

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Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

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"Erm," Lister sort of squeaks, trying to frame a coherent reply.

"Interbreeding...is that just having kids, or," and Lister resorts to hand gestures to try and make his point, turning rather red. The sentence is said rather fast, and Lister is probably going to be mortified later, but his mind is stuck on that one word now.

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"That is correct. No genetically Abh and human crosses have yet survived. Physically we are similar to you...It's simply that due to our origins and environment, we are forced to use genetic engineering and artificial birth technology most of the time." She says, not flirting. At least that's how she takes it.

Slurp. That is a strange question to ask, but then he seems like a strange, but nice person. She doesn't detect any of the manner of the Baron Febdac in him, so she is unaware of the direction his thoughts have headed...

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Lister's eyes are wide. Truthfully, any thoughts of flirting or asking Lafiel on a date have flown out of his mind, and he's still trying to catch up.

"Are you always so, erm, open?" he manages to ask.

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Oh she doesn't get it. Not at all. "Open? I thought I was being rather dry and technical. I was afraid I was boring you."

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Lister is thrown more by this, if that's what she considers technical, he'd hate to see it when she was open.

"Man, it's not boring, it's just different."

He tries to remember that word that Kryten used once. He remembers thinking at the time it would impress the girls should he ever meet any.

"Culture shock. That's it. I'm in culture shock."

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Culture shock...huh...

All of a sudden it hits her. "Oh! That was a cultural taboo, wasn't it? I'd heard that in many Lander cultures reproduction is not something talked about in public, but I completely forgot. My sincerest apologies...I hope your culture shock fades soon, though with the regular new arrivals, I doubt it ever will."

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Lister looks relieved, and then tries to hide it, not wanting to insult Lafiel.

"Don't sweat it," he tells her. "We can talk about it, but...it's odd, ya know?"