[Rei watches him out of the corner of her eye as she goes over to a small wooden box and takes out a long scroll of paper and a pen. She'd give him a brush, but he'd probably just make a mess of things trying to write with a paintbrush. She takes a seat perpendicular to him, seated with her feet under her, and slides the writing implements over.]
Sulu? A friend of yours?
[Well, he has a Japanese name, and katana were Japanese and all...]
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Sulu? A friend of yours?
[Well, he has a Japanese name, and katana were Japanese and all...]