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Indigo	Deep Space 86 is a pretty small supply depot near an asteroid belt from which useful, if not particularly precious, metals are mined in less than OSHA-friendly conditions, making it the kind of place where people keep their heads down and mind their own business. The Milano put in for supplies about twelve hours ago. They've been quiet hours. Nine hours ago, there was a general alert about a nearby distress beacon, and some crumbling as a few of the loading docks were forcibly cleared, but otherwise? As quiet as you'd like.     Twelve hours of peace and quiet is about enough, don't you think? That's when Indigo returns to the ship with Viridian's hand in hers, chatting animatedly. "And this is home," she explains as she walks up the ramp. "It's small, but efficient, and of course I don't need much space. I don't have many biological necessities. When I need to go into low-power mode to conduct systems checks and complete upgrades, I mostly just find a crate in the cargo hold to sit on until I'm back at peak efficiency."
Gamora	Gamora is on the ship. She's been on the ship. In fact she's been in the galley for the whole time. She has taken over the table, a canvas rolled out across the top. Laying on this are a half dozen weapons. Two kinetic pistols. Two plasma blasters. A plasma scatter gun and a beam sniper rifle. At the moment the kinetic pistols rest to the side, shiny as they would be the day they were purchased (if she purchased them). The blasters rest beside them and it is the scatter gun that is presently disassembled. She has a small tool inserted into the energy cell's bay, seeking to adjust something. Or that is the impression given the squinty-eyed, gaze and the tongue peeking out from between her lips and trapped by her teeth. Total. Concentration.
Viridian	"No more crates," Viridian replies to Indigo. She's a slender thing, a tiny green haired woman with wide blue eyes and skin that is tinged a very slight pink. It might be the flush of youth. She might be descended from pink humanoids. It's impossible to guess in the wide, beautiful galaxy which the Milano's crew calls home.     Viri is about five feet tall and wearing gray cargo pants, an aviator's jacket to match and a black top that is half visible beneath that. Her hands are coveed with fingerless black glove... and a barebones exoskeleton, really just a steel frame that reinforces all of the girl's limbs and forms an "X" by running along her spine. She doesn't walk really. The exoskeleton moves for her. She smiles and gestures animatedly with her hands to emphasize her words as she speaks.     "Honestly. If there really is room for me there's room for you too. I'm small. We'll manage." The girl giggles and as she does her hair begins a slow shift to violet. For a moment it has a two tone glow to it that is rather striking to gaze upon.     "Though I guess that matters more when you are awake." Viri seems quite content to be led up into the ship. "Oh, wow. I didn't think ships like this even existed anymore. Can I look at the engine room?"
Indigo	"Do you need to actually look?" Indigo asks, honestly curious, as she guides Viridian past the mess hall toward the engine room. "Or do you get data from direct physical proximity that you don't get from mental impressions?"
Gamora	Con. Cen. Trat. Ing. That's what Gamorais doing. Then she hears voices and the delicate too slips off the tiny point inside the large weapon she is trying to adjust. The first look is one of death to whomever distracted her. Then it changes to recognition. It's Indigo. Go easy on her. Then. Wait. Is that? Someone new. She puts her weapon on the table and speaks loudly and clearly. "Indigo. Who are you bringing onto the ship and freely offering to examine our engines? Why do they need to see them. And how do you know they're not someone - one of the millions out there, billions really, who want to see Quill die a slow agonizing death? A death that tampering with engines on the ship will also run the highly likely risk that the rest of us will end up dying with him. Or being in very serious pain and distress at least?" She hasn't stood up. But she's close.. So close.
Indigo	"Gamora!" Indigo calls out cheerfully, happily. "We're in the mess hall. Come out and say hello! I'd love to introduce you two." She squeezes Viridian's hand and smiles encouragingly at her. "You'll like Gamora," she whispers. "She's so nice, and honest, and she has a heart of gold."
Viridian	"Nice... Ha. I can see that," Viri replies in a soft, slightly rueful tone. She offers Gamora a bright smile then, showing off her almsot perfect teeth. She has a slight overbite. "Hi, ah. My name is Viridian," she calls in a brighter, more clearly audible tone. "I'm a, um, mechanic. I wasn't going to hurt anything. Promise. It's just- um. I really like your ship." Then there's a beat.     "Wait, Peter Quill is on this ship? He owes one of my uncles money, I think... I mean! I have no idea who you're talking about. Haha... ha." Taking a deep breath Viri looks over at Indigo and then back to Gamora and the many weapons arrayed in front of her. the girl raises both of her hands as she Indigo's initial question in a murmur just loud enough to be overheard. "Well, it's like loading a data file. You can see the contents but not the computer it's hosted on. I know what they can do but not what they look like, you know. Old engines are so cool...!"
Gamora	Gamora looks at the confused Indigo. "Indigo. I'm in the galley. I can see you. And hear you. And I can see this person that is with you that is not part of the team. And you're still going to try and give her a tour of the ship. If I could program I would make you a flow chart to demonstrate the levels if security and unsafe behavior your are engaging in. Or if my weapons weren't disassembled I might consider shooting her to make a point to you, Indigo." She looks to her team mate. "This is my home too. And I don't like strangers being brought in and given free reign to look at things they don't need to see even if they're keenly interested and bat their lashes cutely at you." Her tone is so very motherly. She's going to have to shoot something or someone later just to get over it.
Indigo	"Okay," Indigo says, her face drooping in a hurt expression. "I'm sorry, I just thought you'd like to come over and say... I'm sorry," she concludes miserably.
Viridian	"RIght. I'm going to- just... Um..." First Viri backs away slowly. Then she turns, though the result is a bit awkward as she moves with the assistance of the pared down but still rather heavy exoframe. Afterward Viri murmurs to Indigo, "Just- going to find out if anyone needs a mechanic on station since I dont have a ship to go to! You- um. Bye." Viri is headed for the docks at a fairly rapid pace. She's kind of awkward though, so it isn't really as fast as it should be.
Gamora	Gamora rubs her temples and sighs. She was going soft. So utterly and horribly soft. Next she's going to start a children's home or something. "Wait." It's an order. It's an apology. It makes the vein in her forehead throb to say it. She puts her tools down. "Indigo. Vir... Vi.. you. Whatever your name is. Come here." She points to the galley, on the other side of the table. The table with six very deadly accurate weapons laying upon it. She waits, giving the two the time to return.
Indigo	Indigo doesn't release Viridian's hand, so she doesn't get as far as she intends to. She's unhappy, not cowardly: she's willing to stand her ground in front of Gamora. "Gamora...this is my girlfriend, Viridian. I met her earlier today, in a time-dilated simulation on a cruiser that was in distress. Time seemed to be much slower in the simulation, and we spent months together as the cycle powered down to release her consciousness from it. Months. During that time, I went through the ship's data logs and found it had been there for a very long time and had detailed records of its launch date, mission, and manifest. For Viridian to be a plant or a trap, either someone either had to build a very expensive spaceship and a unique neural simulation program costing billions of units years in advance, then know we would be here months in advance of our path being here; or they would have just had these things lying around and left the cruiser there for an indeterminate period of time with self-falsifying data logs that are so complex my scanning programs can't detect the forgeries. Neither of those situations are impossible, but the odds of either are 0.004% at best, since I only arrived in this millenium three weeks agao; and both scenarios assume an enemy with nearly infinite resources who's devious to the point of inefficiency when loading a small ship with explosives and ramming the Milano would be harder to detect or avoid."
Viridian	Viri ends up getting as far as the length of Indigo's arm. It's appropriate that she stops, hard, and ends up flailing her arms for a second. her legs don't move still. Instead the young woman is slowly turning back toward Gamora, her hair shifting to a deep shade of blue that is similar to Indigo's skin, if slightly more mellow. She watches Gamora with wide eyesfor a second and then nods very slowly. "Yeah. Um. Well, that. I was kind of just floating in space for several months. I mean... I can work for a room if that's the problem. I can fix, well, anything." She fidgets a bit, though the movement in her hips and torso doesn't reach her toes as it otherwise might. The exoframe remains still. A deep breath is taken now. "I don't need to see the engines. I already know what model they are'n everything." She glances at Indigo then before takign a deep breath. "Viri is fine. Or... Juliet, I guess. If you rather."
Gamora	Gamora watches. Listens. "Okay." She sits back and looks at the two. "First. This ship? It's our home. It's our livelihood. Without it? We're standed on some rock or space station." She looks to Indigo. "You wouldn't like it if one of us invited someone in to just start pouring through your hard coded routines and code even if we said they were just friends, would you? And if you say yes, so help me...." she knows how friendly Indigo is. She sighs and looks at Viri. "Viri. This is team is built - and lead (barely) - by Star Lord. Peter Quill. The ship - and the terrible code name - existed before the Guardians were a thing. This is really Quill's ship. Before you go looking at, poking with or digging into any of it, you had better get his permission. If he doesn't just start hitting on you first. Which he probably will. Until then, I do trust Indigo's word. Just not always her judge of character. you're welcome on the ship. But no diagnostics or taking apart of anything. Okay?" She looks to Indigo, "Is that fair?"
Gamora	Gamora really hates herself right now. How did she become den mother? It was so much easier just being an assassin.
Indigo	Indigo keeps her eyes on Gamora throughout the speech (it's an effort, but she has to do it if this is going to work at all) before asking, "Gamora, I don't understand. The first thing you ever said to me is that Peter brings unknown women to this ship all the time. Do you respond to them this way? If not, what makes Viridian different?"     She's seriously asking, by the way. It's not a challenge. She wants to know.
Viridian	"Yes, ma'am. Crystal clear, ma'am. Just... One problem." A beat. "I had a full diagnostic before I even got on board. This thing needs some real work, to be honest." Viridian takes a deep breath and fidgets slightly as she does.     "So, um. Not that part. But everything else?" Juliet Viridian Nox then unleashes her secret weapon. An incandescent, cheerfully innocent smile that lights up her slightly freckled face. Her hair is now colored a deep, deep red that might just barely be a natural shade on someone else.     "I can just, um. Stay in te galley. Cook dinner? I ca ncook pretty much anything." She bites her bottom lip to wait for a reaction and elbows Indigo while murmuring, "I-it's okay... Don't worry about it. Really."
Indigo	Indigo looks at Viridian and shakes her head slightly. "I'd just like to know. I respect Gamora very much, and I like her, and I want to understand the rules so I don't upset her again."
Gamora	Gamora rubs her temples. Too old for this. Going back to killing people. Soon. "okay. Nevermind." She looks at them both. "Yes. Quill brings in any girl he wants. And you" to Viri, "Have a diagnostic of our ship. I can't -imagine- how you got that (Indigo)... so fine. I'm just going to go back to cleaning my guns. Just remember." She looks up at Viri. "You're welcome here. Unless you do something that changes that. And if you do? I can find you. And I will." She offers a warm, friendly smile. The kind that tend to leave the recipients a bit unsettled. Or that is the intent.
Indigo	Indigo reaches across the table for Gamora's hand and, if the titan-daughter will let her, squeezes it to show her sincerity. "Gamora, I'm sorry I'm tiring you into breaking your rules. I don't mean to. I really do want to know you better so I can respect your boundaries. But you have nothing to fear from Viri." She smiles. "And I think you're about to hear why."
Viridian	"Oh, well. Um..." Viridian looks over at Indigo and takes a deep breath. She nods once and then closes her eyes. "I just- asked the ship. She's really nice actually. Told me pretty much everything..." Viridian fidgets slightly. She's just a slender woman wearing a simple powered frame that augments her movements. Of which there are basically none in her legs. She seems to stand well enough, however. It might be a function of the powered frame. Assistance device, really. Viri's hair is a deep violet at the moment.     "I can communicate with computers and robots. With my mind. If you're transmitting I can, you know. Start a conversation. Or, well. If I touch it. Your ship pretty much gave me full access the moment I came inside... It's just, um. A thing that happens. I'm sorry." Then the young woman nods once, firmly. "I won't do anything that will cause problems, I promise. I just want to help and, you know. MAybe fix her up a little bit."
Phyla-Vell	Stepping into the area from the sleeping portion of the ship, Phyla stretches her hands as she yawns largely. "Don't be sorry unless you really are." Phyla says rather bluntly and moves over towards the food dispenser and grabs a bowl full of goop that she usually eats. Standing and waiting she lifts her free hand to scratch at her rump and lets snort out as she sucks in her nose, to prevent any drips from falling out.
Gamora	Gamora sits at the table in the ship's galley. It's taken over by half a dozen guns she is cleaning and maintaining. All while having a... conversation. It's a conversation that she is having. It isn't an argument. It's a conversation with Indigo and new arrival Viridian. She looks to Viridian. "Then maybe you can talk to Drax' vid player. He can't seem to figure out how to make it work." It's probably Rocket screwing with it just to mess with Drax. She sighs softly and looks to Indigo. A smile is offered. A real one. "You see the best in people. I don't. I'm trusting you with this." So don't go and mess it up. That's what the look says. Or it should. If a look could have words.
Indigo	Indigo smiles back at Gamora happily, gives her hand one more squeeze, and strokes Gamora's knuckles slightly as she withdraws her hand; a hopefully soothing gesture. "Thank you for your trust, Gamora. I will make sure you don't regret it." The hand still holding Viri's squeezes, and Indigo looks up at Phyla-Vell to smile at her. "Good morning, by the by."
Viridian	"Oh! Good morning. ANd I was, um, apologizing because I atually feel contrite. I mean... I guess I could resist that sort of thing but it- happens. It's natural. It'd be like walking around all day with my eyes closed." Viri slowly shakes her head at this, tilting it so that her now distinctly green hair falls across her shoulders in waves. After a moment she straightens slightly and tkaes a deep breath. "Alright, great! I won't let you down. Promise." That leads into a bright smile and then the young woman squeezes Indigo's hand back in turn. She frowns for a second. "I should call Max up here," she tells the gynoid then. "Don't worry, Max is just a- um... Robot," she adds abruptly in a tone that suggests it is for the benefit of those nearby. "Let's see..."
Angela Odinsdottir	Hydraulics hiss softly, complementing the sound of metal boots clanking against the thick floors of the Milano to herald the red-headed Angela's appearance at the entrance of the ship's galley. Expression as stern as ever, ribbons floating and twisting aimlessly behind her, the wingless angel takes a brief, cursory scan of the dining area before a pensive sort of frown tugs at the corner of her lips. "... Greetings," is all she offers, before her head cocks curiously to the side. "I heard noise. Is congregating here some social ritual...?"
Gamora	Gamora looks to Viri, "It's okay. Apology accepted. I hope you can understand why I'm being cautious." Maybe too cautious. Or maybe not enough. Someone has to be. She looks to Angela and shrugs helplessly. "I was just cleaning my guns. Then..." This. So much of ... this. she looks back. "Talking happens. A lot. Haven't you been around this many women before?"
Indigo	Indigo's entire face lights up as Angela enters the ship. "Angela!" she greets happily, rising from the table and tugging Viridian's hand to help her do the same. "Welcome back! I'm so glad you came. I wanted you to meet Viridian. It's...kind of a long story, but we met in a virtual reality simulation gone amok, and we bonded. I wanted her to meet everyone because I think she'll be a wonderful addition to the crew, and that's not just because she's my girlfriend. She has very special abilities."
Viridian	"...Typically, congregating in the galey is kind of a social ritual, yes," Viridian offers in response to Angel's question. She turns slowly to see the redheaded Asgardian angel approaching, blue eyes widening slgithlyw hen she sees the woman in question. The girl's hair is shifting toward scarlet now, and for a moment it is a rainbow of red, green, and blue. Indigo has no trouble drawing Viri along, though she moves rather carefully as she turns tosee the person in question.     "Ah... Hello." Viri fidgets, visibly discomfited. "You have lovely ribbons." The compliment is earnest. Viri likes floating things. Behind Angela is approaching something now. It's an oblong creature that seems to swim trhough the air, with a long tapered nose and a large dorsal fin off of its body. The creature ends in a broad, flat tail that swishes as it moves. It is a small flying dolphin. It is also bright pink. It is a pink flying dolphin.
Angela Odinsdottir	There's a certain amount of appreciation in Angela's gaze as she looks down at that frankly intimidating array of firearms, head tilting as if giving the assortment of weapons an appraising run through. "They're impressive. I much prefer my blades, though," she decides to say first and foremost, as if broaching all of this from a point she actually understands. "Angels are largely female; our men are rare, and frail. However, we don't do any of..." She looks around, brows creasing. "... this." When Indigo rises, however, Angela's white eyes lift to track her, blinking once; there's no noticeable shift in her demeanor, but those ribbons sway back and forth a little bit faster. "Viridian," utters Angela, voice calm and confident as she tests that name on her lips. "Well met. And thank you -- they're very useful for disarming an enemy before disembowelment." She says that like she's discussing the weather. Most of Indigo's explanation seems to go over her head, but still, it brings Angela's scrutinizing stare to Viridian once more, looking her over carefully. "Your hair..." she murmurs, before reaching out with a hand to take hold of some of those strands unless stopped, to let them sift softly against her palm. "It changes... color? Is that what you bring to the table--" She begins... only to find herself cut off as something approaches her from behind. Instantly, the angel turns, unsheathing her short sword and swinging it forward-- and coming to a blinking point when it jabs accusingly at a bright, pink, flying dolphin. "... what... manner of thing is this?"
Gamora	Gamora watches it all. And then the dolphin. She can't even. Without a word, she begins to reassemble her plasma scatter gun. Adjusted fully or not, it's going back together in record time. Less than ten seconds. Then all the guns are placed into their built in loops and holsters within the canvas they lay upon and it is all rolled up neat as one pleases. Two straps tie around it and keep it closed. She slings a shoulder strap over her right shoulder as she stands. She looks to Angela, "I leave them in your capable hands, sister-warrior." She almost feels guilty for doing this. For daring to slip off and leave Angela at the mercy of these two. Almost. But she does it anyway. A final glance to Indigo. Meaningful. Don't cause anymore trouble? Please? That's what it says. But Indigo probably isn't listening, is she? Indigo is probably about to squee all over the cute little pink flying dolphin. Just. Can't. Even.
Indigo	Indigo is watching: she's a computer, she can't help it. She nods at Gamora, then darts her attention back to Angela's violent reaction...but calmly, still smiling. She knows Angela's reaction times, and she knows Angela's control. She has faith Max is in no danger. Nevertheless, once the sword is extended, she gently curls her fingers around Angela's bicep, inviting peace. "Max is a robot," she explains. "His shape is that of a dolphin, a marine creature from Earth. It's shaped like that to be aquadynamic but also covered in layers of insulating fat to protect against oceanic cold. Does his appearance seem unpleasant to you?" she asks, genuinely interested.
Viridian	"It does!" Viridian chirps cheerfully, apparently having no trouble with her hair being andled. it is delightfully soft to the touch and actually begins to shift color again as its being touched. Rainbow for a moment and then settling on a deep red. Viridian shifts a bit in the frame she's wearing and then breathes a bright laugh. That turns to a shout when the sword is being stabbed at the dolphin.     "No, MAX!" It's somewhere between abject fear and a stern reprimand. The dolphin stops floating forward as the the sword jabs toward it and the girl stares with her heart in her throat until aIndigo makes the introduction. Then she exhales sharply and nods, eyes wide. "He's my rescue bot," she continues slowly. "If this stupid thing-" Viri starts, gesturing to herself and the light exoskeleton she is wearing, "-runs out of power then he'll tow me somewhere safe. Max is harmless, honest. Aaaand he's cute."     Max trills in the language of dolphins through synthetic nasal air sacks.
Angela Odinsdottir	Gamora leaves Angela to Viridian and Indigo, still pointing the tip of her sword at Max as if perhaps just frozen up from surprise or half-expecting him to do something that will requiring stabbing. Or both. Possibly both. It's only the warm presence of Indigo's fingers on her bicep that calls the angel's attention back toward the rest of the room; she looks down at the hand, and then to Indigo herself, and for however imposing a presence Angela exerts, she still seems to relax visibly under the gynoid's touch. A second passes, after the two explain, and eventually, inevitably, that sword returns to her side, polished metal hiding within the leather comfort of its sheathe at her back. "A robot," she echoes. "Do all robots come in unusual shapes like this?" She considers the other question from the blue-skinned girl, shaking her head as she looks back to the pair. "It..." He's cute, Viridian insists, and she frowns just a bit. "... He looks like creatures I was sent to hunt," she ultimately says. She pauses, as if this clearly isn't her field of expertise. "... but he seems to provide a useful service," she tries, as if in an awkward attempt to assuage the situation. "I promise I won't skewer him. He is... valuable." She squints. "... and cute, I suppose."
Indigo	Indigo doesn't comment on the interplay between her friend and her girlfriend. Frankly, she thinks Viridian's hair is delightful too; why shouldn't Angela like it? She just gives Angela's bicep a subtle squeeze to thank her for her restraint, then lets go of both ladies and heads back to the table. As she walks, she asks, "Angela, do you have time to stay and talk, or are you passing through?"
Viridian	"Robots come in any shape," Viridian responds with a soft laugh. She shifts a little bit once more and then takes another deep breath, looking between Angela, Max, and Indigo each in turn. She tilts her head to the left and then reaches up to drag her fingers through her own hair and pull it away rom her face. "This one is Max's. He's very nimble," she continues, rolling her shoulders lightly. "Thank you for not skewering him." She closes her eyes for a second and then slowly exhales. "You two seem pretty close," she notes then. "Been friends for a long time?" There's another one of those beneficent smiles. She seems genuinely pleased to see Angela here. Max floats over behind Viri and stays put.
Angela Odinsdottir	With that squeeze, Angela seems to relax entirely, or at least back into her more neutral stance, arms folding across her abdomen as she provides the robotic dolphin with one final, lingering stare. "Gratitude isn't necessary," she says simply, as if it's not something she usually deals with. The angel's gaze drops, looking towards Viridian and Indigo as the latter makes her way to the table. "Talk?" she wonders, and furrows her brows as if to consider. "... yes. I'll stay," she ultimately decides, before making her way to the table as well, leaning herself against the edge of it and resting her gauntleted hands on the tabletop. She looks to Viridian, hair spilling in a soft, fiery cascade over her right eye, but remains quiet -- as if letting Indigo answer for them. Instead, she speaks up, voice tinged with a subtle sort of curiosity, "So, you're girlfriends?" she wonders, working over that word slowly as if it's one she doesn't use often.
Indigo	"I've known Angela all my life," Indigo explains wryly but truthfully, with a fond glance at the huntress. "But seriously, she's my best friend. I don't really have any experiences to bond with anyone over, but Angela chose to bond with me anyway over what experiences I have had and shared with her, and over the kind of person she is." She beams at her friend. "I trust her implicitly," she explains of Angela to Viridian, then confirms to Angela, "We're girlfriends. It means we're dating, if you know what that means in this context?" She knows Angela has All-Speech, but maybe it only provides literal definitions rather than nuance.
Viridian	When introduced as Indigo's girlfriend Viridian smiles cheerfully and takes a deep breath, showing off her perfect white teeth and slight overbite. She looks over at Indigo and offers a slow nod and then back to Angela. "Okay. Great. Then I want us to be friends too! I want us.... All to be friends, really." Viri blinks a couple times after this statement. She is adjsuting herself carefully in her frame. her legs never really seem to move but the rest of her manages fairly well. Max is apparently in Idle mode as he does move or continue to trill. "We've been dating for a few months now- um. Kind of." Indigo was here without Viri twelve hours ago.
Angela Odinsdottir	"I see," Angela murmurs quietly as Indigo and Viridian explain, her eyes cast towards the pink dolphin in the distance as she goes silent for a long, pensive moment. "I understand. You're lovers, correct?" She looks back towards Indigo, silent for a long moment before a small but earnest and oh-so rare smile for the gynoid. "Indigo is..." she searches for the right word to use, treading unfamiliar ground if only in emotional content. "... she's incredibly valuable to me. And for that value she gives me, I'll protect her with my life as payment." For as strange as it may be to hear someone talk about things like that as a transaction, though, Angela seems incredibly earnest about it -- words, however stiff they might be, laced with a tone that suggests the blue-skinned girl is deeply important. "And as long as you're with her, I'll protect you as well, Viridian."
Indigo	The corners of Indigo's lips turn up and the outsides of her eyebrows come down, the expression of someone so touched she kind of wants to start crying. She leans over the table to find the angel's hand, however gauntleted it might be, and squeeze it with her own. "I feel the same about you, Angela," she promises, then reaches across the table to find Viri's hand to squeeze as well. Aw...they're joined in a V now. "But yes. We're lovers. Viri is a very special person, and I fell for her." She laughs. "Viri and I haven't yet talked about dying for each other," she admits, "but we have a lot in common, and she...well. As you would say, I value her very much," she concludes, this last said while looking shyly right at Viridian.
Viridian	There's a pause as Viridian considers both women, those blue eyes widening as the conversation continues. She takes a slow, deep breath and exhales in a gentle puff of air. There's a slight tremor rippling through the girl, her slender body causing the frame to rattle softly as she does. It's hard to hide small movements when you have metals backing all your limbs. her gaze quickly darts between gynoid and angel both. She blinks. "If you're that important to Indigo then I'll protect you as well. The best I can. There are- things I can do thwt might help..." She pauses for a long time, as if considering something ."So you're lovers as well," she notes then in a thoughtful tone. A beat. "I would die for either of you if I needed to. So that's a discussion we don't have to have, Indigo." For a moment Viri is chewing her bottom lip, her hair shifting toward a deep pink similar to that of the dolphin. A bit brighter than Indigo's hair, perhaps. She finishes with, "Maybe the three of us will, um. Work out together." That's almost a whisper. "But even if not... Well."
Angela Odinsdottir	A soft sound exhaling from her lips, Angela once more goes quiet; not quite the type to be so long-winded (relatively speaking) or even speak about these sorts of things, she seems to just take solace in a return to that stoicism, her gaze lost in quiet thought; quiet thought interrupted by the feeling of that hand resting on her own. The squeeze brings her attention the rest of the way back, blinking once as she looks towards Indigo. Her expression softens, and even if it is just a touch, it's all the more striking for how different it makes her typically-intense features look. She doesn't say anything in response; just quietly turns her hand in Indigo's so that she can wordlessly squeeze her fingers around the gynoid's own. The huntress turns her gaze on Viridian when she makes that observation, head tilting as she watches the change of hair color. "Yes," is all she says at first, before she falls into thought, a pensive frown tugging at her lips before she offers, "Viridian. If Indigo values you so highly... so will I." It's not a 'pleasure to meet you,' or 'I hope we'll get along,' or even 'I think you're wonderful.' Those sentiments just aren't her. But from Angela, well -- saying something like that is significant, in its own way.
Indigo	Indigo is surprised at Viri's insight. Part of her wonders if Viri scanned Indigo's hard drive for that information, but it's protected and encrypted: she doesn't think Viridian the kind of person to snoop through her brain for that kind of thing. She doesn't react, though. She waits for Angela's response, and takes it as tacit permission to alter the behavioral subroutine about discretion for Angela's sake: she squeezes each woman's hand convulsively and blinks back tears. "I love you both so much. Thank you for being so good," she says in a low, thick, emotional voice, then takes her hands away from you to cover her face with them until she has her control back.