[Once she's picked out a few things that don't look too revolting, Naoto looked around for a place to sit. It didn't seem like Rammsteiner had a particular table since he didn't head out right away, and most of them seemed to be full of small clusters of pilots, engineers, science, and tech.
It might be a bit rude, but Naoto typically steered clear of science, lest she get caught up in an hour long enthusiastic lecture about the genetic make up of kaiju, so she headed over to the quietest and most open table available.
Setting her tray down gently, she sat down almost demurely, poking at the food.]
What counts as provocation?
[The question is wary, a bit wry. So far Rammsteiner had not seemed like a bad person, as far as pilots went.]
Are there others here I should be on guard with?
[There were always a few bad apples after all, and Naoto didn't want to start off here badly. Especially not if it risked grounding her.]
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It might be a bit rude, but Naoto typically steered clear of science, lest she get caught up in an hour long enthusiastic lecture about the genetic make up of kaiju, so she headed over to the quietest and most open table available.
Setting her tray down gently, she sat down almost demurely, poking at the food.]
What counts as provocation?
[The question is wary, a bit wry. So far Rammsteiner had not seemed like a bad person, as far as pilots went.]
Are there others here I should be on guard with?
[There were always a few bad apples after all, and Naoto didn't want to start off here badly. Especially not if it risked grounding her.]