Nura lets it slide. She doubts that they are ever going to get to be giggly and tipsy for a while, what with the Ohm on their backs, and the dulldrums of the ship to wake up to every day aboard Stacy.
She giggles at Katara's remark. "Well first, I got to know the real Querl Dox. The one beneath the layer of indifference and egotism. He's...a lot different from the face he puts on for everyone else." She decides, sprock it, and takes another glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. He gives her a brief look, but Nura shooes him away.
"He doesn't care about my appearance. About my aesthetics. He doesn't slap on the kiddie gloves. He looks at me - really looks at me... and sees me." She takes a sip of champagne, cheeks brightly flushing. "He doesn't outwardly express his feelings, but when he holds me...gives me those brief looks, and those small smiles..."
Her head tilts to side, hair spilling over her shoulder, a warm and goey feeling bubbling up Nura from head to toe.
Re: At the side, sipping champagne
She giggles at Katara's remark. "Well first, I got to know the real Querl Dox. The one beneath the layer of indifference and egotism. He's...a lot different from the face he puts on for everyone else." She decides, sprock it, and takes another glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. He gives her a brief look, but Nura shooes him away.
"He doesn't care about my appearance. About my aesthetics. He doesn't slap on the kiddie gloves. He looks at me - really looks at me... and sees me." She takes a sip of champagne, cheeks brightly flushing. "He doesn't outwardly express his feelings, but when he holds me...gives me those brief looks, and those small smiles..."
Her head tilts to side, hair spilling over her shoulder, a warm and goey feeling bubbling up Nura from head to toe.
"...I'm in love."