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  Anselm simply stared at her for some time, his gaze unyielding. He'd never said anything about being weak, and her comment made him pretty sure that "spoiled" was a good assumption. Although he didn't know of the manual labour she'd had to perform, he'd still consider it just slightly different than what he'd gone through. Fighting against wind and ocean currents when the weather got bad was different than fighting for your life on a daily basis. It was different being able to cast out nets into the sea and have enough food for everyone, rather than having to track down some of the little prey available and defend it against others. About the only thing they had in common was the scarcity of fresh water--although that was certainly a pain.What she said next intrigued him more, and he scowled slightly. Go figure; irony would be the death of him, one of these days. "Well, I'll certainly keep that in mind," he stated evenly. He'd keep it in mind when it came to Firefly's treatment, and he'd keep it in mind when he went to talk to Gabriel later about getting things resolved ASAP. "Do you think your leader will cooperate if we try to set up an exchange?" he wondered aloud. In this, there was another question involved--one that was probably glaringly obvious. Still, the concern was relevant and he hoped she had a good answer. |