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There is a petite, red headed alien sitting in the observation area, watching the universe end. There is no research, no curiosity being satisfied. She's just sitting.

Watching.

Thinking.

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"You are supposed to use your arms to pull."

He swings up, fast, careful, and with a long laugh.

"But that is pretty, none the less."

"It is more efficient." Baby steps with this one, Jack. Baby steps.

"Of course, for those who cannot, then doing as you are suffices." She goes up and over as high as she can, which is probably fairly high, as she's extremely light, and looks out over the area. "This is beautiful."

"Thank you. The snow of it was mine."

He joins her.

Looks out for a moment, then starts.

A long, and distinctly inhuman scream echoes.

Sikozu winces and even though she was half expecting it.

When the echo dies down, she takes a deep breath and lets out her own scream. It's human sounding, but also loud and long, and filled with genuine pain.

His hand reaches for hers, as his voice lifts again.

Screamin together is better.

She grips his hand tightly, and pauses very briefly for another breath, and then lets loose again.

Screaming together is better.

He's there as long as she needs.

He does like her.

This is possibly the nicest thing anyone here has done for her. It's a good thing she was finally in the mood to admit it. Sort of.

Finally, her voice gives out and she stops to catch her breath.

"That was... loud."

"We are very good."

He beams.

"And loud."

She smiles back, still holding his hand.

"We did well."

"Together we are fearsome."

He nods, sagely.

"Horrible. People will rue the day they told us 'shh.'"

"Or worse." She nods in agreement.

"Shall we go slide on the ice now, or just sit here a while longer?"

"It is your choice."

He beams.

"I do not sleep and there is no rush."

"Let's stay here for a few more microts." She smiles, taking some snow from the branches and tossing it at him.

He laughs, and returns the gesture.

"Your hair is very pretty."

It has snow stuck in it. Which catches his attention.

"Is it?" She knows many find her attractive, but she more thought of that as the whole package, rather than a specific part.

"I like it this way."

"It is."

Jack doesn't really understand concepts of attraction. There is Belial, and there are others. There is sometimes Mercutio or Thea. But there are no words to connect with that.

"Is there anything else you would do out here?"

And for Sikozu, her attractiveness is something to exploit. To gather information, or gain access to things or people she feels are necessary. Usually.

"I would like to walk in the snow more."

"Good. Then be down."

With a whoosh, he is. Because it's easier to cheat and he never liked the sensation of dropping.

She takes the easy way, for her, and walks down the tree, joining him on the ground.

She picks up a fistful of snow and studies it. "I cannot feel how cold it is."

"It does not matter."

Which is very gracious, for him.

"It is pretty still."

"Yes it is." She looks around. "Winter is very nice. This is my first."

"Hah!"

He grabs her hand again, tugging her towards the lake.

"Then you must try ice."

And again, she dutifully follows.

"This time, I probably will fall."

"I will hold you up, I know how."

He does.

He'd spun Callisto.

"Hold onto me tightly."