That really is the thing, isn't it? Delia's clearly not recognizing certain key terms she should be, if she was from Mal's area of space. As it is, Delia's not questioning too much of it as of yet, as she's figuring out what she doesn't know from context clues. Jedi, for instance, is either Mal's race or species, or some organization she's a part of.
She suspects the latter, more than the former, but isn't one hundred percent sure (closer to like. Eighty-five percent).
Delia, meanwhile, whether it was an Orion thing, a Delia thing, or the likely combination of both, had no real strict nudity taboo. She didn't mind being naked, and certainly didn't see it as nearly a big deal as others might've. She simply understood this was not exactly the norm for most species.
That said, clothes were definitely convenient. Pockets, for instance, or to accent one's appearance. And she had a fondness for pretty clothing, as well.
Nude, but for the eye patch she was wearing--which, being leather, wasn't as wet as the rest of her clothing, Delia looked Mal over with a thoughtful nod, and padded over to join her under the blanket. "For the record, I do appreciate this," The Orion stated as she settled down onto the thermal bedding to get under the blanket with a soft groan, glad to be off of her feet. It had been a long day.
Up close, Delia wasn't simplycurvaceous, there was clear muscle beneath the curve, while not a runner or dancer's build, the green skinned woman was clearly strong in her own right. "Not everyone typically goes out of their way to save some stranger to your neighborhood like this."
Hopefully Mal doesn't have too many personal space issues, because once they get settled, Delia's shifting to cuddle close for skin contact. She's behaving herself, at least, for the moment, but she's also cold, and Mal's a source of shared warmth.
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She suspects the latter, more than the former, but isn't one hundred percent sure (closer to like. Eighty-five percent).
Delia, meanwhile, whether it was an Orion thing, a Delia thing, or the likely combination of both, had no real strict nudity taboo. She didn't mind being naked, and certainly didn't see it as nearly a big deal as others might've. She simply understood this was not exactly the norm for most species.
That said, clothes were definitely convenient. Pockets, for instance, or to accent one's appearance. And she had a fondness for pretty clothing, as well.
Nude, but for the eye patch she was wearing--which, being leather, wasn't as wet as the rest of her clothing, Delia looked Mal over with a thoughtful nod, and padded over to join her under the blanket. "For the record, I do appreciate this," The Orion stated as she settled down onto the thermal bedding to get under the blanket with a soft groan, glad to be off of her feet. It had been a long day.
Up close, Delia wasn't simply curvaceous, there was clear muscle beneath the curve, while not a runner or dancer's build, the green skinned woman was clearly strong in her own right. "Not everyone typically goes out of their way to save some stranger to your neighborhood like this."
Hopefully Mal doesn't have too many personal space issues, because once they get settled, Delia's shifting to cuddle close for skin contact. She's behaving herself, at least, for the moment, but she's also cold, and Mal's a source of shared warmth.