Without passion you don't have energy,
The man barely sets it down before Nova is grasping at it, her smile brighter than the sunlight as she says, "Thank you!" Whether that's to the vendor or Jack, who knows, because she's already slurping hers down. Its cold sweetness sends a shiver of delight down her spine, manifesting in a wiggle and illusion sparkles. She only pauses for a breath and a light giggle, remembering what happened when she ate her ice cream too fast with Vesper and the very uncomfortable freezing in her brain.
Skipping back out into the street, Nova looks back to Jack with all the naivety one might expect of such a colorful woman. "That was very nice of him. Are you friends?" She knows of the Captain's profession (how else would he know about the symbols in Rae's Fingers?), but there's part of her that wonders if he has any actual friends or just mutually beneficial acquaintances. And, no, Flora doesn't count.
Skipping back out into the street, Nova looks back to Jack with all the naivety one might expect of such a colorful woman. "That was very nice of him. Are you friends?" She knows of the Captain's profession (how else would he know about the symbols in Rae's Fingers?), but there's part of her that wonders if he has any actual friends or just mutually beneficial acquaintances. And, no, Flora doesn't count.
Without energy you have nothing.
Nova
