[Above the noise of his own anxiety Armin can see she's also upset, her smile is not an entirely sincere one. But he's intimately familiar with those kinds of smiles, that kind of coping. There's a thousand reasons she might behave that way, the most obvious is which that she's confused and frightened but used to appearing calm and brave in the face of it. If more is troubling her, it's not really his business to find out. He commends the effort, she seems quite adept at it.]
Nice to meet you, Miss Amidala. I'm Armin Arlert of the Survey Corps, previously of the 104th Training Brigade. [Armin pauses, briefly considering also introducing himself of a patron of Perdita, but that was not a role he chose for himself. If there are any other former prisoners of the Maeve here, they are all likely trying to forget it as much as he is. Besides, having so many titles is a bit pretentious. They don't mean anything here, and Armin's not the type who feels they mean much anywhere else. He offers a salute instead, as familiar to him as breathing, his fist over his heart briefly.] If the world I come from is a planet, the technology and attitudes toward science are not developed enough to understand it as such. [Armin sounds almost apologetic, as if he feels the need to excuse his lack of knowledge.]
I think there's um, a lift this way? [Armin heads in the direction he's indicated when there's a squirming and a mew from inside his uniform shirt - he'd changed into it during the examination, chilled in his prior clothes.] Shh, Eliza. It's okay, I've got you. [He whispers into his collar.]
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Nice to meet you, Miss Amidala. I'm Armin Arlert of the Survey Corps, previously of the 104th Training Brigade. [Armin pauses, briefly considering also introducing himself of a patron of Perdita, but that was not a role he chose for himself. If there are any other former prisoners of the Maeve here, they are all likely trying to forget it as much as he is. Besides, having so many titles is a bit pretentious. They don't mean anything here, and Armin's not the type who feels they mean much anywhere else. He offers a salute instead, as familiar to him as breathing, his fist over his heart briefly.] If the world I come from is a planet, the technology and attitudes toward science are not developed enough to understand it as such. [Armin sounds almost apologetic, as if he feels the need to excuse his lack of knowledge.]
I think there's um, a lift this way? [Armin heads in the direction he's indicated when there's a squirming and a mew from inside his uniform shirt - he'd changed into it during the examination, chilled in his prior clothes.] Shh, Eliza. It's okay, I've got you. [He whispers into his collar.]