Martha is a new arrival to the Nexus, and while her traveling companion is no stranger to the place she is strolling around. The amount of non-human life isn't a big surprise to a veteran traveler, and she walks around like she almost belongs there.
She comes to a stop and she looks at the gentleman with a gazillion tattoos, and it isn't the canvas of flesh that catches her eye. It is the canvas and the paint jars, and the question that have her walk closer to him. She looks at the piece, and she tries to figure out what it is that he is painting.
"My folks. But my inspiration comes from..." Martha looks up at the sky in the plaza, and she points a finger towards the stars. "The stars up above." She's used to seeing a sky that doesn't look like Earth's.
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She comes to a stop and she looks at the gentleman with a gazillion tattoos, and it isn't the canvas of flesh that catches her eye. It is the canvas and the paint jars, and the question that have her walk closer to him. She looks at the piece, and she tries to figure out what it is that he is painting.
"My folks. But my inspiration comes from..." Martha looks up at the sky in the plaza, and she points a finger towards the stars. "The stars up above." She's used to seeing a sky that doesn't look like Earth's.