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He was quiet, frowning as he went to leave as well. *** "..Do you..?"
Juliet frowned, looking a little hesitant to argue. "A regular room would be easier.."
He frowned slightly, nodding. "Alright.." *** She hesitated, glancing over at him momentarily. "Well.. it doesn't have to be."
Basel quieted, his expression turning serious again as he looked back at Anya. Juliet looked up at the captain. "Where will she be staying?"
"Oh, good," he said. "What now?" *** She chuckled. "Glad we can agree."
He pursed his lips before his shoulders relaxed. "It's not my call. I'm just giving you my opinion on the matter."
He laughed slightly. "Hopefully." *** "I'm not sure yet. I haven't looked. We'll figure it out."
"A lost princess," he agreed, "who has powers and access to the royal family. You never know. Maybe she could help on our journies or they would...
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll get better.." *** She grinned happily. "Great. 8, then."
Basel raised his hands smoothly, looking up at Stephanie. "You know I value your orders and opinions," he said easily, "but I think you should...
He watched her, his head tilted. "I'm alright." *** She grinned. "I can wait till then, if you're interested."
Basel tapped his chin, listening quietly as if trying to piece it together himself.
"Don't worry," he said. "It's just the situation." *** She brightened. "Really? That's good. That's exciting."
Basel circled the container, keeping behind those with weapons. He tapped his chin. "That cargo box.. it must be like a cryogenic chamber. But...
He frowned, looking back at her. "You? Not really, no." *** She nodded, maybe looking a bit unsure. "I was just wondering if you'd like to see...
He was quiet for a moment, his gaze softening. "No. Not quite. It might surprise you that it's 6433."
He laughed lowly. "Probably." *** "Eh. Whatever. What are you doing after this?"
He paused, letting his hands drop. He now looked confused. "Do you know what year it is?"
He shrugged. "That's just how I am." *** She laughed slightly. "Squishy?"
He frowned slightly, eyeing her as if she were data he were analyzing. "Do you remember your name?"
