There were movies he watched growing up about Earth – sitcoms, about teenage boys living in their parent’s basement. Intentional or not, Cherry’s ship emulated the look of them fully. Something 1970′s, like it was a historical artifact shoved into the body of an interplanetary transit. He exhales through his nose. “..I might. I’m off hours, so.”
The hiss of the hydraulics as the dock closes behind him snaps him back, and he fully takes in the view. Pinks and oranges. Paper-print books everywhere. Sketchpads..? His nose wrinkles and he gathers himself against the paneling, against the pink and orange lights. Like in the army, right?
“Your floor’s covered in-” Kicking his boots off, he bends to retrieve the magazine from underfoot. He gives it a once over, and turns it toward her. “..If you’re looking for shit like this, maybe the robot can switch his parts out or something. ..Or maybe Vore.”
She looks down at the magazine in question. “Oh. Are either of them willing? I’d have invited them too, but...” Her hand tilts from side to side. It’s an old Earth gesture denoting uncertainty, or so she’s heard. “I’m pretty sure that robot would rather try to beat me up than beat meat anyway.” And Vore? He was in a class of his own. No additional commentary necessary. “I don’t mind experimenting,” she offers. It’s meant to sound more reassuring than it sounds. After all, would she have gone to the trouble of stealing him away to her quarters if she wasn’t actually interested? Hardly.
“I’ve got an itch to scratch, and you’re the only one who can help.” That isn’t quite true. “If you weren’t here, I could imagine you were, but that’s not as satisfying.” That might be truer. Receiving visitors in her ship directly is a rarity. As small as it is, the room is clearly designed for one person to live comfortably, but two is pushing its limits. “Am I---did I pick up on the signals wrong? I thought...”
An understanding had been formed between them, she thinks. If nothing else, this experience could be two people trying to help each other out in a difficult time. She doesn’t expect it to lead to anything, but if it does, she might not be completely opposed to the idea. Even a nomad gets lonely in space. “If you’re just shy, I don’t think anyone will come and peep on us.”