His analysation was amusing her greatly. He seemed to have it all thought through but missing many details through not knowing her properly. She really was glad to not have an odd accent but he still wasn't even close to finding her home planet.
"Now you discarded me being from all these worlds and you didn't even mention Denver." She finally let him know so he could stop puzzling about her origins. Her amusement was clearly noticeable through her voice and smile. "But I have to admit I was never drinking lots of tea, it's more of a recent thing." She admitted, essentially revealing yet another small detail to him about herself. "You make me curious now though, how come you're from Curacao?" She asked, letting him subtly know that she did know a few things even though it might not be much at all.
It didn't surprise him that much, as that was a pretty much public known fact. Sombra probably mentioned it already, or he mentioned it earlier already. It was however nice to see she was more open than expected. Small talk, tea, no torture yet. Maybe this would be good. Placing the empty cup on the table again, he looked at the can of tea, then at her, as it was closer to her. "There aren't many people born on Curacao, that is true. My parents had been working for Orbital and I was born on the planet, which means I'm neither Libertonian nor Bretonian. Because of that fact, I am legally permitted to live on Curacao as native, regardless of occupation, affiliation and secondary citizenship. The same goes for Miss Hookier, although she has been working for Orbital until 823. Then she joined the Zoner Community. Doesn't make her less independent." It sort of was a special case for both of them, but mostly a blessing.
Not a very unexpected answer but it again showed how much Hookier and Vertiga belonged together. It was rather obvious considering their peculiar messages to the Battlegroup and her but it was nonetheless interesting to her. Seeing him look at his empty cup she refilled it wordlessly. Another cup was surely something she could allow herself and filled up her own.
"So that's why you work together so closely." She noted. "Is she just a friend?" She asked, maybe a bit too curious now and going to far, at least it felt so to her. "You certainly make a good team, Miss Hookier has been very helpful." She told him then, probably something he knew already but she wanted to quickly overplay her question. She wasn't used to casual conversation anymore, she noticed.
Explaining his relationship with Sombra would be weird, simply because it is weird. Instead, he kept it simple. "I was her biology and surfing teacher. After her school we became best friends, together with another one who works now as chief engineer for me. They support me and in return they get to see the beauty of space, so to say," Ezrael told her, nodding her a thanks for refilling the cup. He quickly took it, simply to hold it. "To be honest, I don't know what exactly she has been doing. I know she has been doing stuff for various entities and provided logistical support here and there. I take it she was doing a few jobs for you as well?"
She was surprised that she was smiling at his explanation. He had such a simple way to explain things. It didn't take long for him to get to the point. She liked that.
"She's done quite a few of those. Without her all our construction efforts would be very much delayed. It might be that they'd not have survived actually." That wasn't a lie or exaggeration. Had anyone found Marshall when it was still defenseless it'd have hardly survived. "She's not your everyday Zoner or transport pilot." Victoria said with another smile. She had to admit that she liked her. She was just enjoying life it seemed, just going where she wanted, doing jobs for who she wanted. "She was rather formal and respectful. It was refreshing to see how she'd be without directly addressing me. I guess I'd call her charming." She was aware that she was getting increasingly more open, nearly babbling away but she relaxed. She really needed that and she wouldn't care if it wasn't appropriate for her position now.
That made him smirk widely. Looks like Madam Admiral didn't get to smile often otherwise. "She was respectful? Are we talking about the same Sombra?" Ezrael asked her, chuckling. He shook his head, looking at his tea cup, grinning gently. "I'm surprised to hear that, but if that is true, I guess that's good? I would have liked to present myself more adequately towards an Admiral, but since we left the Core, we don't have a gala uniform that wouldn't represent them. I hope you can excuse that... outfit." Finishing his sentence, he eyed her for a while, not wanting to miss the details of her reaction.
Somehow seeing him smirk made her keep her smile. He was quite pleasant company and charming at that. Him worrying about his representation made her nearly laugh. Considering how Unioners and those other pirates ran around on the Freeport he was already festive.
"Certainly you're not military either. Sure you have the ship but this reminds me more of a... company." She shared her thoughts on him and his group but then quickly realised she might have insulted him with that. "Not that this is a bad thing." Victoria quickly added to amend that, should it have been the case. "It's quite the feat that you manage to hold it all together so presentably and seemingly without facing too much anger from bigger organisations." A thing she could only yearn for. Recently all they would get was more combat and conflict on top of already existing ones.
Company. A weird way of describing it. "It is quite difficult to explain to others what we are actually doing, Miss Knight. It started out from a tool to avenge a nomad attack on Cortez a few years ago to the home of a bunch of people from all over Sirius who don't have a real home. My crew is rather small and very mixed, however I don't allow difficult individuals on my ship. We avoid troubles and try to maintain the ship, find some adventures, make deals here and there. It is pretty much all about survival, peace and enjoying freedom, while I want my crew to be prepared for the worst cases as well." The steaming cup of tea in his hands was quite calming. Or maybe it was her. He didn't expect this to be this relaxed. It was welcomed, but from experience he knew this could be a trap. And so he kept his eyes at her, trying to find indicators of her tricking him. Like Enma did. "Thanks to some friends and partners here and there, we can maintain the ship. I'm surprised myself that we're still kicking, though. Deals like ours help us greatly. We found something that someone else can use, and in return we get materials we can use for repairs or even upgrades. Sombra was right, the wrecks here in Bering are quite fortunate for us."
"You started in a similar spot and picked another path. Maybe we didn't have the choice though. I wish I could have a chance for peace. My people could use some. But one step at a time." She said and sighed but it was a small noise and she smiled right after, this was too heavy a topic, one she didn't want to ruin the evening and the talk with. "But we built things like this and I don't see frightened faces at every corner anymore. Maybe you should stay for a day, see for yourself who you're trading with." She offered him quickly, an offer people usually didn't get or not easily at least. This was the Separatists' Sanctuary. "Well after we're done trading of course." Was she... nervous? She couldn't tell herself. This was supposed to be a quick meeting, a short presentation, a deal and that was it. Yet here she sat, drinking tea, sharing stories.
For a day. An interesting offer, given this was fully optional. Maybe she did try to recruit him at some point. Careful now, Ezrael thought. He gave her his usual charming smirk. The dominant smirk. "I wouldn't mind if you'd show me more," he gave her back. Although he wondered how much more that would be. He probably wouldn't get access to restricted areas, and who would lead him around? Her? It was an interesting offer nevertheless. "Do tell me when you want to start. I don't mind the talk, though. I can imagine you don't get to often have chit chats with other people in your current situation, always being the admiral, with a respectable distance to crew and others. Is there a Mister Knight, maybe?"