[ 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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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.