[ Amber shoots him a look as soon as she notices him coming closer behind her. It's the kind that says keep your distance or I'll shoot, though her gaze softens as soon as she has the chance to note his empty hands. Weapons can be hidden, of course, and he may need none in the first place if the ship's population is any measure. One can't be too cautious. Once placated, she goes back to making tea like nothing happened, two spoonfuls of sugar in each, before bringing both cups back to the table. No fancy teapots, unfortunately. ]
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Did you grow up so poor?