To be honest, it wouldn't surprise her if he didn't know what it was called in the first place. Most of Irian's experience with humans tells her they're woefully ignorant when it comes to the importance of names; she expects it by now.
It's hard to read what she's thinking or feeling, looking at him; she can be as cool as a Vulcan when so inclined, although it's not precisely the same sort of cool. There's a moment, and then she pushes herself to her feet, stepping back from the cliffside.
"I would be surprised if you had," she says. She looks at him a little quizzically at the word astronaut — not a word she learned when she was studying Federation Standard, and her translator doesn't quite render it properly, although after a moment she seems to get the idea. A space explorer, from an older time perhaps.
"The Empire was not precisely welcoming to outsiders."
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It's hard to read what she's thinking or feeling, looking at him; she can be as cool as a Vulcan when so inclined, although it's not precisely the same sort of cool. There's a moment, and then she pushes herself to her feet, stepping back from the cliffside.
"I would be surprised if you had," she says. She looks at him a little quizzically at the word astronaut — not a word she learned when she was studying Federation Standard, and her translator doesn't quite render it properly, although after a moment she seems to get the idea. A space explorer, from an older time perhaps.
"The Empire was not precisely welcoming to outsiders."