Lucy doesn't even blink at the cat bits -- it doesn't occur to her, either, that they might actually be real, she's just assuming they're bodymods like so many she's seen before -- but the corner of her lips pull into a tiny grimace at the notion of cooperation.
He's right. He's almost certainly right; from the little she knows about Synthesis, cooperation is key. But she doesn't know how she's supposed to cooperate so heavily with total strangers.
"No, I'm pretty good at patterns," she replies, looking over at the Vitalis Bloom in the middle of the dome. Her Bursterfly is resting on the railing beside her. Somehow, they've got the pollinate the Bloom in unison, which doesn't sound too hard, but it does sound like there's a few different ways to go about it. "How have you been with flying this thing?"
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He's right. He's almost certainly right; from the little she knows about Synthesis, cooperation is key. But she doesn't know how she's supposed to cooperate so heavily with total strangers.
"No, I'm pretty good at patterns," she replies, looking over at the Vitalis Bloom in the middle of the dome. Her Bursterfly is resting on the railing beside her. Somehow, they've got the pollinate the Bloom in unison, which doesn't sound too hard, but it does sound like there's a few different ways to go about it. "How have you been with flying this thing?"