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Hiro has been busy -- very busy. But it's not the busy he wants. It's the busy, however, he delivers to Bar with a, "Purease give to the crew of... Sss...Su... Serenity. Delivery securetu!"

Bar takes the gift away, and Hiro sighs, content. The crew he's met has been so good to him (well, Jayne was scary, but that was logical, right?), it's only right to show them his appreciation.

Now done, he finds himself with his beer -- Sam Adams, since Mike got him started on it -- alone before the Observation Window.

There's a strange sense of melancholy to the man today; he looks at the emptiness on the other side of the booth, and he looks to the wall where the door should be.

"This is not how we roll," he sighs, and takes another swig.

Ando, at least, should be here. Charlie, he failed and lost forever.

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This is something Naraht is quite used to. Fortunately, he's learned to take it in good humor. Another fringe-ripple and a chuckle.

"Don't worry. Even if there wasn't a No Violence rule, I'm quite harmless."

To those who aren't trying to kill his crewmates, that is.

"...okay!" he replies, and stares some more.

He'll remember politeness in a minute. Really.

Naraht turns the mini!Dalek over and pops open a panel. A few more adjustments and he puts it back on the floor.

"Now, let's see if it will go more than three meters this time."

The fringe caresses the remote control and the Dalek twitches. Then it shoots off toward the other side of the room, weaving its way around chairs and patrons. "Ah-hah! Success!"

That's... really weird. But kind of neat.

"Dareku? You -- make it?"

A rock made it?

Well, whatever. He talked to a friggin' flash cartoon, so, you know, sentient rock. He... he swears he remembers smoething about sentient rocks... wasn't that...

"Actually, no," he says. "Bar gave it to me. It just seemed a bit limited."

The Dalek zips back and waggles its head. "RESIST AND YOU WILL BE EX-TER-MIN-A-TED!"

"Both in range and vocabulary," Naraht adds. "Now that I've gotten range fixed, I'm going to try to get a voder small enough to fit in there that I can 'talk' through."

His carapace quivers in amusement. "Would be interesting to send a crew of these over to the bartender to get my graphite."

A bit of macrocillia is held out in greeting. "Allow me to introduce myself. Lt. Dahai Iohor Naraht, at your service."

Is he supposed to shake? He extends his hand with a hint of uncertanty. "Hiro Nakamura," he says quietly. "The -- toy, it's very --" Very geeky, and he likes it a lot.

The mun's roommate would probably flip over one.

"Bizarrely cute?" Naraht supplies as he gently grips Hiro's hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Nakamura. Are you from Earth?"

"Yes! 2006!" The year seems important to add. Especially when he's bitnig back zomg are you a horta? as the continuity finally clicked inh is brain.

"Another 21st Century resident," he says. "I'm from the year 2276, myself."

"Ah. Yes."

OH GOD.

SPOCK COULD BE HERE ANY MINUTE.

"...excuse me!"

And off Hiro goes. He has to calm down. Today? Has been high on the 'holy shit' rating.

Naraht's slightly non-plussed at this reaction. "That's new. He wasn't panicing but..."

A mental shrug and he goes back to modifying his little, RC minion.

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