That's a quick and well practiced response, even as her hand flares out another S.O.S. signal of pain, lancing through bone and musculature, through a residual burn that still throbs sharply. She wants to immediately cradle it to her chest, but resists. Instead focuses in on the man in front of her, and is only slightly alarmed at the thought of sentient animatronics.
It's against her very nature to say something as banal as nice to meet you, when everything aboard the Serena Eterna strays so far from nice in her book that it'd just add insult to disingenuous injury. So instead, what Clarke eventually levies his way is a prim and polite:
"Hi, Klaus. I'm Clarke." There's a beat where that's awkward, but the eventual follow-up is a hand (her right hand, not the one that'd punched the robotic decor in the face) extended to shake.
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That's a quick and well practiced response, even as her hand flares out another S.O.S. signal of pain, lancing through bone and musculature, through a residual burn that still throbs sharply. She wants to immediately cradle it to her chest, but resists. Instead focuses in on the man in front of her, and is only slightly alarmed at the thought of sentient animatronics.
It's against her very nature to say something as banal as nice to meet you, when everything aboard the Serena Eterna strays so far from nice in her book that it'd just add insult to disingenuous injury. So instead, what Clarke eventually levies his way is a prim and polite:
"Hi, Klaus. I'm Clarke." There's a beat where that's awkward, but the eventual follow-up is a hand (her right hand, not the one that'd punched the robotic decor in the face) extended to shake.