[ he's there ahead of time, because Spock always is- and when she arrives he's standing at attention, hands clasped at the small of his back, head bowed politely when she appears. ]
[Timekeeping drilled into her over the years, she's prompt, only delayed by the dog excitably circling her feet. Seeing Spock, she gives a little motion of her chin in greeting. The dog - Windsor - wuffs excitedly, but she stops him from running over to try and say hello.]
Hey. [Another jerk of her head, this time indicating back the way she'd come through the trees, the field-like area she'd left the rest of her dogs in.] I'm letting the dogs run, you don't mind talking while I watch them.
[She could send Windsor to get them and cut their time short, but she'd prefer not to if she didn't have to.]
Not at all. [ he does not stiffen at her side, but he does politely close the distance- settled half a step behind her as his attention follows the dog. Spock does not make a habit of spending time in the oxygen gardens. infact, it is most probable that he has spent less time in this particular area than he has in any other accessible part of the ship. the expanse of green is as foreign to him as the dog at the woman's feet- and like all things foreign to Spock, it garners a respectable amount of his interest. ]
They are all your own? From your native continuum?
[She turns to lead the way easily, confident on the path (if it could be called as much, obviously beaten out by feet rather than any tools) like she spends a lot of time there. She does, really. Being cooped up inside had never suited her, back home, and here on the ship the gardens were the closest thing to outside you could get. It tricked the dogs enough, even if Taylor could still tell the light and rain were manufactured.]
AT-AT was Mouse's. [And maybe she should explain who that is, can hardly keep track of everyone on the ship herself, doesn't assume other people can either. But Mouse was gone, and she tends to avoid thinking on the people that are gone, if she can help it.] Rest are mine, yeah. Ship keeps dragging them up here.
[It's not clear if she considers that a bad thing or not. Doesn't like how the ship messed with people, even in the tiny ways like the lockers, but having more of her dogs gave her some sense of security.
It's not that far until the trees open up onto a space that was more like a meadow than jungle, and Windsor bounds off to join the other five dogs roaming through the grass and flowers.]
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Hey. [Another jerk of her head, this time indicating back the way she'd come through the trees, the field-like area she'd left the rest of her dogs in.] I'm letting the dogs run, you don't mind talking while I watch them.
[She could send Windsor to get them and cut their time short, but she'd prefer not to if she didn't have to.]
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They are all your own? From your native continuum?
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AT-AT was Mouse's. [And maybe she should explain who that is, can hardly keep track of everyone on the ship herself, doesn't assume other people can either. But Mouse was gone, and she tends to avoid thinking on the people that are gone, if she can help it.] Rest are mine, yeah. Ship keeps dragging them up here.
[It's not clear if she considers that a bad thing or not. Doesn't like how the ship messed with people, even in the tiny ways like the lockers, but having more of her dogs gave her some sense of security.
It's not that far until the trees open up onto a space that was more like a meadow than jungle, and Windsor bounds off to join the other five dogs roaming through the grass and flowers.]