Yaver gazed at the ground as they spoke. Something occupied her mind, seemingly only for a split second, but Yaver found herself lost in thought. Her gaze wandered, not focused on anything in particular as she lingered on the thought, letting it roll around in her head as a simple movement in her vision snapped her out of the trance. She reached into her pocket and tied her hair up into a high ponytail.
Charlotte smiled at the turn of events. ”I don't have a preference, if that's what you mean Zav. And I’m not racist or speciesist either. I try not to judge on stuff like that. I really prefer to get to know a person.” It’ll be nice to have an actual conversation with someone who isn't as shallow as a puddle and completely full of themselves. She turned to the two stowaways, ”So what do we call you ladies? I’m Charlotte.”
Zav nodded at the second stowaway. "Within the next few days. There are still some preparations to be made." He replied. He looked at Charlotte, and nodded. "Yeah. And for that, I'll have to thank you." He replied, then raised an eyebrow slightly at the question. "Oh yes. Names might be helpful so I'm not yelling "hey you" all the time."
Delila looked up at Zav, pulling her hat down in front of her eyes when doing so.
“Delila,“ She said looking back at the ground after a minute.. “And yours?“
Yaver blinked, almost losing her balance as she chimed in.
"You can call me Yaver," She breathed, following the other three, "It's very nice to meet you all." She finished with a smile.
Zav nodded, and looked at Delila. "You can call me Zav, Zavace, Cylor, captain, or any combination of them." He replied. He gave a small smile. "It's nice to meet you both."
“You too, Captain.“ Delila said, nodding to him.
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Yaver walked with the other three, listening to the conversation. She wasn't sure exactly what the next several days, or weeks, or even months, lay ahead of her, but that's what she was most excited about.