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Danny was not happy, thanks to his argument with Cassie. In fact you could say he was pissed. And despite having gone to the podroom to sleep, Danny did not have a very good one, making him all the more unpleasant to be around. About the only person who'd be excluded from his irritation would be Dani, but everyone else was pretty much fair game at this point.

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Princess Projectra was still getting used to the ship and it's surroundings. Suffice to see, she was not pleased with this area, nor with what she's experienced here so far. Still, she will make the most of her stay here as for now, there is no other option.

She walked along, lost in her thoughts, missing Brin, the one person back home who Jeckie truly cared about, not truly watching where she was going until she almost collided with Danny.

Instead of apologizing, she fixed him with an even glare. "I would think that you would watch where you're going," she said archly.

"Excuse me?" Yeah, those would be Danny's eyes glowing. "In case you hadn't noticed I was standing still. Wanna guess who should've been watching where they were going? Here's a hint: It's you."

Projectra blinked. At first, she wasn't sure whether or not to be impressed or insulted by the fact that this person had spoken back at her. After a moment's deliberation, she settled on insult. "That's not a hint," she stated, "That's a direct accusation. A very rude accusation. On Orando, I could have had you incarcerated for such disrespect." Never mind the fact that he doesn't yet know who she is.

"Give me one good reason why I should give a crap."

"Because I'm royalty and because I'm quite certain that your parents - whomever or wherever they may be - would hate to see you acting like some sort of uncultured heathen." Not that she doesn't think his parents are heathens, but go for the winning argument here.

"You're a ruler? Ruler of what, the people without brains?"

Yeeah, Danny's a teenager. Projectra, and he's been mouthing off to people he doesn't like for years. What his parents might think about it hasn't really ever entered into it.

Sigh. Projectra herself was a teenager as well, she just...tended not to act like your regular teenager. She was far too busy being hoity-toity. "Of the planet Orando, you dimwit," she said archly. "I would thank you not to insult your social superiors."

"As soon as I see any, I'll be happy to."

Her eyes flared at this. "One is gracing you with her presence this very instant," she said. "In fact, she is speaking to you right now."

"Where? Cause I'm only seeing a brat with a massive and undeserved ego."

"Perhaps you do not have royalty where you come from. Certainly, that would explain why you do not understand how to compose yourself."

"Y'know what I want an explanation for? Why your people haven't dropkicked you off the throne yet."

"Because that simply isn't done to the royal family of the United Planet's most powerful planet," she countered. "Why you haven't had your lowly attitude adjusted and your uncalled for anger managed is far beyond my comprehension."

"Well apparently it's something that they should start doing. Y;know what, screw this. I have better things to be doing with my time than arguing with the Grand High Poobah of Buttwipes. I don't care what you're gong to be doing, but I honestly hope that it involves an airlock and the lack of a space-suit." With that Danny stalks off.

Projectra blinked and watched him go. For the merest of moments, she was mystified...and then a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. A person who could hold their own in an argument with her. Oddly enough...she respected that.

Even if she didn't respect the little twit the words had come out of.

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