Star Trek: Eventide 777 - aceo-greenfield

[D] After the majority of the work in the promenade was completed, Cassidy took a well deserved break in her quarters, which mostly consisted of the blonde napping the day away except when she needed to eat or drink. She hadn't worked this hard in a LONG time.

Cassidy just got off her shift for the evening and relaxed to the soothing sounds of Killswitch Engage, a classical Earth band from the early 21st century. She didn’t understand what was so relaxing about it, the music was anything but, however it did help her destress after a long day. She thought back on the events of the past few weeks. Her meeting with Xenon, the attack in the promenade not 2 days later, and back to Xenon. She contemplated calling her and taking her to dinner, but she didn’t know if Xenon even ate solid foods… she’d have to ask her next time she saw her.

Sneaking. Sneaking... more sneaking. Xenon was trying her best not to look too conspicuous with a somewhat decorated basket. Inside were a few little fruits, people liked fruits, right? And... deodorant, strangely enough. Likely insulting- to bring that to someone in a gift basket. It wasn't even fancy. But- Xenon hadn't correctly interpreted the joke Cassidy had made- and as such, assumed she actually didn't like deodorant. Knowing the social stigma regarding natural odors like that... She decided to bring her some. A gift... right? Still, she had set the basket down infront of the door, turning around to start making haste to the exit- although her anonymity was questionable given that- who else would bring this? That being said, she stopped... frowning somewhat at the music. A similar kind to her roommate.

The computer alerted her to proximity at the door, so Cassidy ordered the music to pause and briskly walked to the door to see who it was. The door hissed open, and Cassidy immediately noticed the basket, then the shorter Borg woman. “Xenon!” Cassidy cheered, her face instantly lighting up with joy. “I was just thinking about you! I-“ * Cassidy looked down at the basket, having not takin in the contents until now, and she began to chuckle at the deodorant. Which then progressed to a soft laugh. She had a sense of humor after all!*

She froze, tense pressure building in her back- almost worried she'd get in trouble. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she forgot about ptential proximity alerts. She mentally berated herself for giving into such reckless emotions, turning around with her eyes facing the ground. "laughter...? The gift was not meant to elicit laughter. Prior to this- it was stated about a lack of deodorant being utilized by-" She almost said 'you' but instinctively stopped herself. "High social stigma around that. Thought processes lead to... bringing some to help alleviate the stigma. Payment for accompanying during the convention. For assistance with emotions."

“I-“ Cassidy stopped and studied Xenon with a perplexed look on her face. “You… you do know what a joke is, right? The comment about deodorant was a joke. Look- would you like to come inside? I can get you a cup of tea from the replicator if you’d like, er… if you drink tea, that is.” Cassidy began blushing profusely, stammering and stumbling over her words like a buffoon.

"Yes... Aware of what a joke is just- did not know that was a joke. Unsure of.. what is or is not considered a joke. In certain lines." She seemed uncomfortable with her inability to understand such things. To that end, it made her want to retract from the situation. Just... leave. Don't talk to her again. It was simply an attempt to repay her for helping earlier. Nothing more. Nothing less. Still, Cassidy offered tea, which Xenon simply shook her head. She did actually drink things- she just didn't really know what kind of tea it was, and the sensation of taste could leave a poor impression. She didn't want to refuse something- that was considered a poor thing in social light. As far as she understood from her research. She simply walked through the door, and into the room.

The room was very spacious. Probably too big for one person, but it was still very well kept after, with only a few stray PADDs on the desk regarding station repair and maintainable reports and requisition requests. Apart from that, the room was spotless. Cassidy followed Xenon in and moved to the replicator. “Ginseng tea with honey. Hot.” *The computer chirped confirmation and a cup of tea materialized in the replicator. After retrieving the cup, she set it down on the coffee table nearby. “Please, make yourself at home, Xenon. What can I get for ya, lass?”