[She’s no strategic genius like Athena but she’s been around the sun more than a few times. There’s a few pieces of his speech and demeanor that catch her attention. He’s guarded – understandable given that she just told him he’s a prisoner on some mysterious island. And ships bring to mind the nautical sort but he doesn’t look much like a sailor either, she thinks.]
Ben. [His name is so short, a staccato note, to go with the rest of his sharp demeanor, although she can’t help but draw it out.] My name is Aphrodite – that must be a mouthful for you dear.
[A hand waves the palm-laden augur robot over to share some of the shade with him. She’s much better dressed for the weather, her skin already turned dusky and warm from being out in the sun.]
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Ben. [His name is so short, a staccato note, to go with the rest of his sharp demeanor, although she can’t help but draw it out.] My name is Aphrodite – that must be a mouthful for you dear.
[A hand waves the palm-laden augur robot over to share some of the shade with him. She’s much better dressed for the weather, her skin already turned dusky and warm from being out in the sun.]