[ Until she can get her hands on some steel-toed boots, Lorna makes use of the same as anyone else, most of the time. It's no less cumbersome to clank around in steel anklets and while the gravity's functioning, the bracelets she uses to steer are impractical and pretty ugly, even to her soft punk sensibilities. She's fairly comfortable using the boots now, able to turn them on and off with her kinesis. ]
2017. [ she offers by way of confirmation. The different times people individually hail from is as intriguing to her as coming from beyond the stars, if not more, because she got proof of that when Sonya came and went. Coming from a distant galaxy is cool too though, she guesses. ]
[ jyn just frowns in further confusion. she hasn't heard a date in such a format, but then she realizes that's what it must be. that's how the people here told time too, so maybe they were from earth after all. ]
I'm not certain when that is in relation to my place on the timestream. I spoke to a man here who spent time in Iowa, is that anything like where you're from?
[ Lorna snorts. That question is the best case she's heard for arriving from farflung space. And hey, snorting doesn't hurt. She'll be getting a lot more use out of it in the next couple weeks. ]
I mean, is it in America? Yeah. Never been there myself.
[ oops was what she said funny? jyn looks uneasy for a moment then shrugs a shoulder. ]
I wouldn't know the difference.
[ it's a short walk to the elevator and she's taking another sip of water before slipping inside and pressing the '5' gingerly. she never ever remembers to engage her boots though, so when lorna is in and the brief moment of 0 G transports them to the lower level, she floats up to the ceiling with a soft huff before gently drifting back down. ]
Is it impolite to ask if you have - powers? [ that's the way she had phrased it, wasn't it? a quizzical look drifts over her face as she steps off the elevator and heads towards the medbay. ]
[ Truthfully, if Lorna woke up in a cornfield or whatever with no sense for how she got there, she wouldn't know it from Kentucky. She'd have taken it for a kidnapping base over this withholding notsteroid, no question. If Jyn is in fact an extra-terrestrial, her planet's environment can't vary that fantastically from Earth's. She looks human, like, suspiciously human, and she sure sounds local to the Sol system. She looks her over again in the elevator, in case she missed some pointy ears or Star Trek skin spots. Nope, not even from the vantage point of watching her from below, Lorna's mutation compensating for the gravity shift. ]
Not to me. [ Lorna fishes into her pocket for the screw she pulled out of the wall on her first day here. It floats out of her hand, twirling in a thready green mist ] Only works on metal. And small things. [ It's more complex than that but Lorna just doesn't want her getting her hopes up or mentioning the D word ]
[ People around here tend to have that reaction, which is refreshing but Lorna didn't realize she'd kind of gotten used to it, since she didn't even consider Jyn might take it badly. That's not great. ]
Yeah, it's genetic. [ Magnetic wisps evaporating, the screw plops back into her hand. ] It's called mutation. It's pretty common on Earth, though how it manifests varies by person.
A genetic mutation allows you to do that. [ jyn repeats the information like that makes it easier to absorb, chewing on her lip. ] Where I'm from we have something similar, it's called the Force. Only those of certain bloodlines can harness its power.
[ The Force. Damn that sounds cool. A little "cry witchcraft" but society thinking it's moved on from simple-minded, hate-driven hysteria is half the reason it's alive and well. Jyn's implying she's not one of these Force users, which is unfortunate. The way she puts it, it sounds a lot rarer than the X gene.
The galaxy? [ It's the hard G combined the stress of incredulity that threatens to kick up another round of hacking, but Lorna stifles behind her hand. In the other, she catches the ice pack and presses it to her throat. And makes a note not to ask amazed questions at the same time that she inhales. Mixes terribly. ]
Yes. I'm afraid things are... dire where I'm from. Though hopefully less so after the successful efforts of my team, callsign Rogue One.
[ she picks up an ice pack of her own and just holds it in her hands for a moment. hitting people hurts and she presses the forgiving frozen gel packet against her knuckles at first while she goes to pour them each some water. she has a constant need to be in motion even when she's exhausted, like now, or has nothing to do, also now. ]
I know enough of Earth to know this will mean nothing to you, so I won't bore you with the minutia.
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2017. [ she offers by way of confirmation. The different times people individually hail from is as intriguing to her as coming from beyond the stars, if not more, because she got proof of that when Sonya came and went. Coming from a distant galaxy is cool too though, she guesses. ]
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I'm not certain when that is in relation to my place on the timestream. I spoke to a man here who spent time in Iowa, is that anything like where you're from?
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I mean, is it in America? Yeah. Never been there myself.
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I wouldn't know the difference.
[ it's a short walk to the elevator and she's taking another sip of water before slipping inside and pressing the '5' gingerly. she never ever remembers to engage her boots though, so when lorna is in and the brief moment of 0 G transports them to the lower level, she floats up to the ceiling with a soft huff before gently drifting back down. ]
Is it impolite to ask if you have - powers? [ that's the way she had phrased it, wasn't it? a quizzical look drifts over her face as she steps off the elevator and heads towards the medbay. ]
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Not to me. [ Lorna fishes into her pocket for the screw she pulled out of the wall on her first day here. It floats out of her hand, twirling in a thready green mist ] Only works on metal. And small things. [ It's more complex than that but Lorna just doesn't want her getting her hopes up or mentioning the D word ]
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That's amazing. Have you always had this within you?
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Yeah, it's genetic. [ Magnetic wisps evaporating, the screw plops back into her hand. ] It's called mutation. It's pretty common on Earth, though how it manifests varies by person.
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Lorna's scoff comes out as a croak. ]
Let me guess: Everyone gets along great.
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No. My galaxy has been at war for decades.
[ she ducks into the medbay and goes to the medical cooler, taking an ice pack and tossing one to lorna. ]
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[ she picks up an ice pack of her own and just holds it in her hands for a moment. hitting people hurts and she presses the forgiving frozen gel packet against her knuckles at first while she goes to pour them each some water. she has a constant need to be in motion even when she's exhausted, like now, or has nothing to do, also now. ]
I know enough of Earth to know this will mean nothing to you, so I won't bore you with the minutia.