[He doesn't even get the question all the way out, honestly. He's torn between delight at a child not screaming at the sight of him and horror that there is apparently a child aboard the ship. Wow. He hasn't felt this offended for a while. Really?
...She probably can blow up heads with her mind, or has been trained as an assassin from a young age, or something. That seems pretty par for the course, as far as all of the ship goes.
Still. A CHILD.]
Why, yes I am. My name's Skulduggery. [There's no way to tell from his chipper tone that he is having a mild crisis here. He holds out a hand and wiggles his fingers, as much for a handshake as for her to just straight-up examine him for confirmation. Kids are great, and confusing, and why is there one on this ship?]
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...She probably can blow up heads with her mind, or has been trained as an assassin from a young age, or something. That seems pretty par for the course, as far as all of the ship goes.
Still. A CHILD.]
Why, yes I am. My name's Skulduggery. [There's no way to tell from his chipper tone that he is having a mild crisis here. He holds out a hand and wiggles his fingers, as much for a handshake as for her to just straight-up examine him for confirmation. Kids are great, and confusing, and why is there one on this ship?]