He tilted his head from side to side, as if thinking of an answer to what she'd just asked him. Both tilts produced a mild cracking noise, likely from his neck.
— I was hoping you'd be more excited at the possibility of murder and mayhem. And if you choose to work with us, then clearly you aren't the boring kind too weighed down by morals. You'd be immensely more attractive if you were bloodthirsty, the accent adds quite a bit of allure.
Either he was intentionally trying to derail her line of thought, or he was being genuine. It was unclear which would prove more concerning, though nothing about the way he looked at her seemed perverse. Perhaps it was just advice to benefit her potential appeal to suitors.
— I came here with all the gear I might need in my ship. I'll transfer it over to yours and we can move once you are, of course, prepared to get to work. I'll also prepare a more thorough briefing for you to view on the way there. But please, the fear and uncertainty doesn't suit you. I picked you specifically because I believe you're dependable. Even if you are afraid, don't let it seep through. Bad for ones reputation.
Evidently she was being perceived at quite a high bar. And his last bit of advice seemed as if it came from experience and was sincerely intended to be helpful, at least so far as his own interests were concerned.
