"Why am I not surprised," mutters Cam, "that this is Interdimensional Zane Meet-and-Greet behavior?"
She glances at the other people in the room and squirms a bit. She kind of wants to - not be in a crowded room filled with genderbent alts of herself and her boyfriend right now. Just with her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend is oblivious. As of the last time they saw each other, they had barely graduated to activities for which privacy is preferable, let alone required. Flying flying flying.
He frowns. There's a brief internal debate over what to do. On one hand, he barely cares, but on the other, they have been separated for some time. Hmmm.
"How easy is it to fly this ship, Cam?" asks Prime, as if it's out of simple curiosity.
"I made it with video-game controls and a good autopilot. I don't think anybody else here can land it, but it shouldn't really need attention between here and the lunar gravity well."
"Shoo. You," he points at Cam, "can make a room like her brother is."
"Angel," Cam murmurs in Adana's ear softly, "do you want to get a room, or not, I can't tell if he's barking up the wrong tree."
"Ah, ah, your twin isn't here to police you, so as the elder here, the task falls to me. You want to fight with your alt, why not talk swords with Zane?"
"What are the good swords, I don't know what the good swords are -"