Verity would do terribly in Starfleet. Honestly, how long could anyone expect her to last before she got court-martialed for calling out a C.O.?

His tactical assessment is welcome to pick up on the two rings on her left hand and the lean muscles under the tattoos. The facts aren't necessarily related. She nods and gives him another little smile. "You're welcome."

While he explores the plum, she quickly strikes a bargain with the seller, trading a handful of beads for a small paper bag of the plums. Her gaze follows his down the basket while she tucks the fruit in with the other fare, and he can see her thinking about how much of it is 'alien'. Then she shrugs. "I've been here a while, and I like to cook. I'm pretty knowledgeable about most of the stuff in this market. You're new here?"