“So if you want to start making friends among the other species, you have to start being nice to other people, they aren’t Borealans, they won’t... respond to intimidation or appeals to standing, that will only make them angry. Are you even listening to me?”She stopped chewing for a moment and looked at me.“Yes...”“Ok then, well, try being nice to people, make way for them when they pass you in a corridor, be polite, maybe try to learn some alien games so you can socialize, humans love playing,. But,hopefully,you already "KNOW" how people are,and you know that people,as a rule, CANNOT KEEP THEIR MOUTHES SHUT!We met one couple some years ago,and they told us to be "discreet," of course,but over the course of the evening,we found out that the neighbor knew,the babysitter knew,a sister-in-law knew,"her" BOSS knew...And I told my wife,that if something ever happened,WE would get the BLAME for "telling everyone," and sure enough,a few months later, her Boss fired her, and she blamed us for. ”“I know that you’re the one, Chelsea. I’m not saying it to mess with your head. We have chemistry -- I can feel it. Maybe this is going fast, but that’s how I know it’s right. I know what I need to know.”“No, you don’t. Jeff -- I can’t have a relationship with a guy. I can’t have a relationship with anyone!”“Why not?”“I just can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to. I can’t. You said you respect me. Respect me on this.”“All right. If you say we can’t have a relationship, I won’t push it. If you. " She then sat in a chair next to a console at the back of the bridge. The material of the chair cracked dryly under her pressure as Jennifer touched the screen. With a static hiss and a low whir the computer woke up from a several year old sleep mode, and the screen slowly began to glow. Silver peered over Jennifer's shoulder as information began to appear on the screen. It was the ship's engineering station. Once the station had warmed up, Jennifer went to work, her long slender fingers.