Zef and Rorin ~ First Contact

[For this scene the lounge looks almost normal, though partly like a terran Victorian garden with fountains here and here.]
Zef: *heads for the lounge for lunch, when he arrives he notices it's crowded, so he stops at the entrance and considers for a while... and finally enters, walks over to a replicator and keys in some codes, stressed but also glad that he's made it this far*
Rorin: *enters the lounge at nearly the same time, also intending to have lunch and thus heads for the same replicator*
Zef: *gsh, why? Aren't there other free rep- no, obviously not, it's crowded* *grabs the tray and turns*
Rorin: *small confident smile* Hello. *though he steps aside to make room*
Zef: Erm. Hi. *walks past Rorin and eyes him, stops and waits if there's more... superior Officer, so...*
Rorin: *doesn't say more and turns to the replicator to get himself lunch, as he finds the other ones' nervousness a bit unpleasant*
Zef: *frowns briefly and when Rorin turns away, he heads for the nearest corner table and sits down, glancing around first thing* ...
Rorin: *receives his food, raises a brow when he turns once more and examines the crowded lounge* *walks slowly past the tables, carrying his tray and finally stops at Zef's place*
Zef: *saw him approaching, neither really for nor against company, but since Rorin stops so close to his table he feels the need to be polite and say /something/, aside from that distraction could be nice, maybe* It's... pretty crowded, Sir. *obviously...*
Rorin: *looks down, sensing the same waves of unpleasant nervousness as before, smiles confidentially though* You don't say. *considers, then sets the tray down on the table and takes a seat* Rorin Loreno.
Zef: *watches him sit down* ... Zefram Sanders.
Rorin: *small enthusiastic nod* Your first assignment?
Zef: ... yeah. *nods slowly* It is.
Rorin: *smile widens a bit* Ahh, really? It's not /my/ first assignment, but I arrived only three days ago. Are you new, too? *apparently believes he found someone who just arrived*
Zef: *frowns, kinda confused* Welcome aboard...
Rorin: Thanks. *raises a brow, questioning expression*
Zef: And, I erm, am not really new, no.
Rorin: You're not? *both brows risen, confused as well*
Zef: *headshake* /Noo?/ Why?
Rorin: Because you seem really insecure.
Zef: *leans back, harsh sigh* So?
Rorin: Well, the combination of feel and body language is one I'm actually more used from either newbies or people who fear something. So since we're in no obvious danger and I'm new myself, it's what made me think you could be, too.
Zef: Yeah... well, I'm still not. I'm here since last year in August. *slightly snappy, sparks coming from his palms*
Rorin: All right. *nods slowly, one brow still risen* So I'm mistaken.
Zef: *sighs* You're an empath, yeah? Okay, I'm a nervous wreck and I can't hide it, so get used to it or... *snappy*
Rorin: *raises the other brow again, nods* Okay. I'm a Betazoid and I have a sixt sense, so get used to it /or./ *not snappy*
Zef: *deep sigh, shifts his posture slightly, grabs his fork and sets it on fire* Y- mhh.
Rorin: *small smirk, because now this amuses him* *reaches out with his arm to one of the fountains nearby and summons the water over to their table*
Zef: *sees a thin smooth line of water moving towards his plate, eyes Rorin and picks up his fork* Well, I can't extingu- *fork burns even more*
Rorin: Heh, I see. *moves the water closer, whirling his hand so that the water jet wraps itself around the burning fork and eventually extinguishes the fire*
Zef: I don't know... *puts the fork down, but is still holding it* Last week it was easier to control. Well... once I figured out how... But still.
Rorin: I can't compare. But you're not the first one saying that. We've had some funny incidents at work today. *amused*
Zef: Mhhh, I set my console on fire, buuut... it's never really burning, so I can still work. Except *points around briefly* when the scenery changes. Sometimes it's really kinda funny.
Rorin: Heh, yes. There was a swarm of something the terrans called jellyfish on the bridge screen. Nice to watch, I must admit. *moves his hand in a motion to imitate the jellyfish and return the water to the fountain at the same time*
Zef: Mhmm, until the safeties stop working. *shrugs* It's a common thing here, y'know? That all the odds are against us, I mean. But you've probably heard already. *starts eating*
Rorin: My, you are a real sunshine. *eats, too*
Zef: *closes his eyes briefly, sighs, opens them and looks up* Annoying?
Rorin: Unpleasant.
Zef: *glances around to see if there's another free table nearby, but well, no of course not, though he's about to get up and go elsewhere, because no, just /no/*
Rorin: Stay. You asked, I answered. And that's all about it. Or do you seriously expect your negative emotions to be pleasant for an empath? But don't worry, you're not the only one in here. *headshake while he continues talking* In fact you're not even the worst case.
Zef: Erm, well... I erm... *sighs, sits back down*
Rorin: I've been to places with nothing but grief, pain and sorrow around me for days or weeks. So be certain, I can differ your emotions from mine and they don't bother me on a personal level, unless I let them. *small confident smile*
Zef: Mhh, well all right... *not fully convinced, though*
Rorin: So now, what can I do to distract you? *it'll ease us both*
Zef: Mhhh... *silent for a moment, needs to think (about the question and if he really wants to stay)* Well. *finally, tilts his head* What did you do before Legacy? *because you're so relaxed, so either blind or "bulletproof"* Been assigned to another starship? *maybe kinda curious*
Rorin: Yes. *small nod* Another vessel, the USS Orion. Though she's actually my second assignment, (...)
[And then they chatted for a while, telling each other a few things about their lives or Legacy and Rorin probably extinguished their table and the stuff on it a few more times. But Xan is going to use headcanon for all that.]