U.S.S. Ouranos ---> Moved

"You confuse worry with not wanting to have your blood on my hands. I can watch myself just fine. I cannot say the same for you."

"Want one?"

Luna was minding her own business when come human interacted with her. Normally Vulcans would mind their own business and keep moving on, however being the chief medical officer, she couldn’t just turn this woman way. “Alright first of all you got to calm down. If you keep trying too hard to breathe you’re going to end up killing yourself.” Although the Vulcan was brutal and honest, she didn’t care at this point, she was trying to save a life. 

Bonnie was not appreciating the sass, but she figuresd she’s have to get used to it if she were going to get answers here, so she pursed her lips, in an effort to keep her mouth shut. If she could just will her to be out with it, or admit to =not knowing yet, she’d be pleased. A slight bit panicked with the latter, but still, she’d be satisfied with that. Even a lie would be preferable right now. As long as she got an answer… She rolled her eyes, at least, at the comment about her not being dead yet. She held back comments about that woman getting her hopes up, about how she might not get sick but she might get her fist in her jaw soon. Staring at the brown thing, she raised an eyebrow. Was it a stress ball now? She gently sqeezed it, looking up with a raised eyebrow. “Now what?”

"You can leave whenever you wish to."

"First of all I think my pa hired you. Second, you are protecting me from the people my daddy stole from. Well stole back from…It was given to him by a powerful family he works for. He couldn’t let them have it. There is more to the story, but the point is for now while they are looking for my parents I’m staying put with you. Though my jokes are not that great you will learn to love them." She wished to be talking to mom and dad right then, but figured she’d make the best of what she was dealt. 

"Alright, I got it your pa hired me. But get this p r i n c e s s. We are not friends, I'm just your bodyguard. I'm also not your therpoist, if you got a problem. GO write it down in your journal." Crossing his arms, he gaze his eyes over the room. "I also can't let you be by yourself." 

❝ W   o   a   h,                     w   o   a   h.                                         S   o   r   r   y. ❞ His hands came up in a surrending gesture, but despite the  threats,  his smirk had only transformed           into           a           smile.                      ❝  If I had known that Vulcans hated over analyzing words,                                I wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. ❞

Luna rolled her eyes, gazing over to the man. Sneered slightly at hearing this man talking, who doesn't seem to understand the words shut up, if spoken to him. Humans are very arrogant. "Just    don't worry about it, I'm not really in the mood to fight with a human."

"I don't know how this store is the safest from hurricanes.." He shurgged it off, not wanting to fight over something as little as that. "      Did you just say f r e e!?"

"Well, pardon me, you could have gotten hurt. I am sorry for being concerned for your safety." A mistake she won’t make again, that’s for sure. So much for camaraderie between similar races, huh? 

Luna crossed her arms "hurt? Well do I look fucking hurt to you?" She growled, slightly annoyed. She wasn't in the mood to talk and she r e a l l y wasn't in the mood to talk to other damn Vulcan like herself. "You don't need to worry about me, I would watch your own safety."

Chester didn't really agree with himself being surprise at what this woman father could do. But, he didn't want to argue over something that would be wasting his time. "Rachel, it's uh   nice to meet you to." He wasn't used to being sweet and kind, this wasn't his sense of style.

It was worth a shot, he was OK with lower temperatures. But he liked having this guy around, even if the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. “What about that house over there? This part of town is pretty quiet.”

Twitching his nose he walked off, waving his hand in the air, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and if we don't have a fire or warmed clothes, guess who else will be dead in the snow? I rather not become a permeant snow angel." 

"Well then, follow me." She murmured moving in front of him, "What am I to call you?" Magda leans him into the spa, "The house is meant to have the basic amenities but not all the new technology, I’m rather old fashioned so most adjustments have to be done manually such as heat." She murmured as she opened the windows to reveal the stunning view of the city.

Looking around the room, he found it odd, he wasn't used to this. But, he can quickly adapt to it. "Old fashioned?" He thought about his friend Jessie, very old fashioned and very arrogant. She wasn't arrogant however. "It's not my sense of style."

"— Oh. That was not supposed to happen."

"Do you think I care what was suppose to happen? H e l l o ! I'm a Vulcan, that doesn't mean I care about other Vulcans like myself." Nor does Luna actually embrace anything of Vulcan cutlrue, as she acts more human than anything else. But, this person doesn't need to know that she is half human.