Codi starts off looking confident and studious, but the more Mikumo dives into the weeds of that answer, the more openly befuddled Codi becomes, before finally shaking her head in a pleading gesture to stop.
"Mikumo," she says, eyebrows creased. "I'm sorry, but I understood maybe half of that? Or maybe I understood all of it and..."
A skeptical glare is shot at her drink on the counter.
"...Okay." Codi exhales, holds up a hand to reset. "Civilian military contractor owns a space carrier. Individual planets have their own unique governments that hire them out, separate from the human government and their military. There's a disease that makes people go berserk. You combat it as..." She leans forward slightly and arcs an eyebrow. "...A singer?"
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"Mikumo," she says, eyebrows creased. "I'm sorry, but I understood maybe half of that? Or maybe I understood all of it and..."
A skeptical glare is shot at her drink on the counter.
"...Okay." Codi exhales, holds up a hand to reset. "Civilian military contractor owns a space carrier. Individual planets have their own unique governments that hire them out, separate from the human government and their military. There's a disease that makes people go berserk. You combat it as..." She leans forward slightly and arcs an eyebrow. "...A singer?"