She tries to think of anyone she knows by the name of Solo, but she comes up empty. It's either some kind of false name (and it sounds like it, Ben On-His-Own there), or his father's no one relevant. (Or working somewhere up in the American colonies. After she'd left Philadelphia some years ago, she'd never looked back--only listened as Max gave her the news worth hearing from old Lady Guthrie.) There's nothing to judge him against except his stern demeanor and the weight of his words.
And how he handles himself on a ship. Leave me at the next port if-- Hard to see him among the crew, but hell, he hasn't given her much reason to say nay. She spoons up more of the stew broth, aware on some level that the answer's already yes, but determined not to give in quite this easy.
"Tell me why you want to," she says. That's the only other thing she really needs to know, from here.
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Date: 2020-07-17 03:36 am (UTC)And how he handles himself on a ship. Leave me at the next port if-- Hard to see him among the crew, but hell, he hasn't given her much reason to say nay. She spoons up more of the stew broth, aware on some level that the answer's already yes, but determined not to give in quite this easy.
"Tell me why you want to," she says. That's the only other thing she really needs to know, from here.