Back Dated to the last week of February, closed to Mags and Ziva

[magnetic_magpie]

He's taken a break from his quarters - with his roommate gone, he'd taken over the space, moved things around to his liking, woven shelves and cabinets to house his cache of supplies and projects. But this ship was also extremely interesting, and he was (badly) balancing exploration of the areas open to him.

He stepped into the turbolift, a metal thermocafe balanced in his fingertips, PADD on the same forearm as he flicked through pages of schematics on the first starships.

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[sabra]

Ziva interrupts the door's closing with a hand, just as she would the elevator in the NCIS office--offering a friendly smile.

"Shalom," she says in greeting, noting his full hands--someone was multitasking. Ziva had a PADD of her own, but where he was focusing on starship schematics, Ziva was reading about history. It was always useful to know where people stood, and knowing where they came from helped immensely.

[magnetic_magpie]

He flashed a smile back. Ziva was probably the only person who wasn't from his world who got an automatic - and sincere - smile.

"Shalom." And her connection to his other people was likely the reason why. He wasn't completely touching the PADD properly - not really enough contact with his skin, in this case the middle knuckle on his smallest finger, to trigger it to work, but it was. He was comparing the non-redacted information on the Warp Cores, and marked his place. "How are you settling in?" He stayed to Hebrew, enjoying the change to use it.

[sabra]

There was, always, something of a sense of community she felt with others of her faith and heritage--there was a long history there, of needing to be insular.

"Well enough. It is...very different here." This is probably about as strange as it could possibly get for someone who'd been so many different places.

[magnetic_magpie]

That sense of community was one he shared. And not just needing to be insular, but of strength and survival. He was grateful for it, it comforted him.

"You are not wrong." There was some culture shock on his end - though he might be better at rolling with it. His life had taught him to be. "Have you served on a ship before?"

[sabra]

"Not as such, no. Certainly not one like this." Ziva shakes her head--she's been on board naval vessels, many times, working for NCIS it certainly would have been impossible to avoid. But it was always temporary.

"I worked for NCIS. We investigated crimes that sometimes happened to have been committed aboard ships. But I have not been a part of a crew, nor have I been on one for such an extended time. My service was in the Army."

[magnetic_magpie]

"Nor I." He'd been on space stations - he'd built space colonies. But he hasn't been on a ship before, and it's odd. New, exciting on some level, but odd.

It takes him a moment to figure out was 'NCIS' means. He knows the basics, but to place the acronyms takes a moment. "As was mine, luckily. I get horribly seasick."