Frowning slightly at his response. "Life doesn't always get worse. Most of the people around here right now are my family. The others stop in for a little while before they merely get right back up and leave again. There isn't always despair. Things are not nearly as bad as you're putting them."
"I'll be in the living room, you passed it on the way here. Do whatever you need to do."
Tara gives him a passing glance as she exits the room to let him head off and do his thing.
He would look after her and gave a nod a few words dying on his lips as she left the room. He left soon after as well. He used the small walk to try clear his head but this did little to help. In the bathroom he found Tara's brothers equipment, he would grab one of the disposable razors and started to shear off his hair. He was left with close cropped he started on his beard.
He had cleaned the small amount of mess he had made and disposed of the hair. He made his way back out and down the passage of the ship, his hand traced his hand over the walls as he made his way into the ‘living room’ area. Which he would spread his arms in a gesture to ask how he looked. “The notion of family is somewhat more alien to others then what you might imagine – things get worse before they get better, at least that’s how the saying goes.” He moved to sit down on a coach. “I am rather pessimistic, optimism normally kicks in when I am trying to gain self-assurance which in regarding that, might I ask what why you are a spectre?.”
Tara tilts her head slightly. "But i'm not. I'm bound to this for a very different reason. None of the Snows are. They have a close eye on us, although we.. don't neccisarily like the human race to begin with thanks to a few events and things they've done to us. We merely promise to cooperate better if they leave us to our own thing. This technically isn't something they oversee directly besides the Kusarian over there." Motioning at another direction.
A female on a different couch raises her fists to the air. "Yeeep! We keep her up and kicking!" Izumi happily says, before rolling around on the couch rather awkwardly. Blaaaahh I'm hungggrryyy" Getting up quickly, shuffling off to the kitchen.
Tara lets out a breath. "Family except her. She's a freeloader, keeps an eye on us. She's alright despite being well.. overenthusiastic about everything. Although I really should be used to it, Jessica is the same way.
Ah, people you'll meet if you decide to hang around now and then instead of leaving. Myself, my brother Jack, Jessica, Rachel, or Ivy when she wakes up from her nap. Rin also likes hanging around as well as Rika when she decides to lurk around. The last you'll see is Kat. Granted Mark of Violet don't show u-.." Scratching her head slightly. "More people then I remember really.. huh. You'll find out in due time I guess."
Looking over his new look, chuckling quietly. "Not too bad. I can see you'll clean up really nicely if you tried hard enough."
Vaelin watched as the woman would pump her fist in to the air before making her way enthusiastically towards the kitchen, a brow lofted in a delayed response to her actions and it was apparent that he wasn't entirely sure on how to judge the woman. His eyes not shifting to Tara just yet. “Something I would have sought to make, to cooperate better if left to my own devices, I have a deep dislike for the human race and it mostly steams from the Order, despite some of them having been the most benevolent people I had known – but also the most malevolent.” A sigh ushered its way from his lips as he would slip his trench coat off, fiddling with the inside to try adjust the temperature setting.
“Basically a gaoler and as energetic people go, I find I am much too placid, I admittedly understand completely on why you haven’t gotten use to it.” He stood up once again to slip the coat back on and he let out a soft sigh of contempt. “Rika Hunter? As I last heard about her, I heard that Au’rora had screwed her up pretty badly, mentally.” There was a tightness added to his voice as it was someone he was at least fond of. “If it is her, I would like to meet her on my own occasion – I have a bit of a ‘history’ with the Hunters, nothing bad of course.”
Vaelin chewed the side of his cheek as his eyes became vacant in their attention for a time before once again gaining focus and fixing on her. “I might seek to stay a while, but I will need to return to Puerto Rico, rather not leave my home without my attention for so long considering its harbored with the Junkers – If I might ask, do you know anything of Kate Miller? I am on wishing to seek her out.”
"Besides a few names messed up there, it seems you've been around the block. Sovereign is not Aurora, they are two distinct beings. Both are pains to be around. At any rate, stay all you want. Leave when you want. From here on, do as you wish really. I'm just here because i've been around for a while. Quite frankly, i'm a big enough introvert where the less people the better. Don't take it personally though."
Giving him a smile.
"By all means, I am unsure when Hunter will be back, although it might be sometime soon. We'll see. As for.. Kate Miller? Name sounds vaguely familiar, I haven't really done anything with her, no."
He inclined his head to her notion about the less the better. “Well being you have family to be around and one energetic, I would have to say that I am the greater introvert then yourself. I only have two computer programs and a newly hired engineer to keep me company and its not interacting with me I need to worry about with the person, it’s more of if they will cause spontaneous combustion with every passing hour.”His tone of voice might tip off the fact he was exaggerating.
His head nodded in regard to Miller and it was something that with providing no information he would have no desire to speak further on it, displaying a zoned outlook for a few moments before focusing on Tara. “You could say I have been around the block - I was in the Black Squadron, its last surviving member I believe, before it formed into the Primary fleet and turned more into a paramilitary then an agency.”
A look of curiosity and an interest passed over his features, which were not as guarded as before. “I am quite curious as to what humanity did to gain your displeasure – though I can only guess that in time when I gain a more favorable state you’d be more willing to share.”
"Believe me. I've been around enough to see many people go through this. More than just you. They all go their own ways in the end, rarely seeing me again. That paired with my own stubbornness, getting close isn't that easy. I may do work for the Nomads, and I gladly do such. Although I have my own standards on who I surround myself with. Most people being.. welll.. Not that. Generally unpleasant. Answering questions come if you surpass that. I'll always be here along with the others. Stop by when you wish, it's not like this is a small vessel or not. Perfect home size. Pain in the butt to upkeep though. No crew and all that stuff."
Letting out a breath, eying him carefully. "How good are you with kids?" She asks suddenly.
He regarded her for a moment and merely nodded his head to what she said remaining silent for the most part. 'I am well aware many come through here, given the number of the human population - mostly people probably see to adapt to the moment, most people base their loyalties in the past, some in the present and very few for the future. At least to my knowledge, they do. As for the pain to upkeep, if you need supplies, I am sure the Junkers I am with will be able to obtain things which I could pass to you if they are required or requested. My home and ship are stationed in Puerto Rico at the allowance of Congress Arbiter – They seem resourceful enough and I am pretty sure they are the black market alongside the Freelancers of Sigma thirteen and Coronado. This offering is less about trying to gain your trust and more about trying to help, I do believe I am more of a philanthropist despite how contradicting my current stance might be.’
At her last question there was a rise of his brow which indicated a level of surprise, it more or less having caught him off guard. He looked at her~ or rather through her thoughtfully.‘How good am I with children? In theory, I would believe next to animals, I would prefer their company more than most – I have a child of my own but I’ve neglected them, I had believed my lack of presence would serve better for their future, at least during the time when I was forced down a path I would have rather not gone down. I was seemingly wrong in this.’ He shrugged non-chantantly, but in truth it was anything but that.‘I believe that I would be good with children, if they aren’t inherently insufferable brats. Seek to preserve their innocence, encourage their areas of interests – seek to keep them from bodily harm – I’d be gentle with them.”This time he did shrug non-chantantly.'Just like anyone else would. – Why do you ask?'