[ um... what? he narrows his eyes at her, but in his time social justice is long dead. he thinks idly that she would've gotten along with havelock. ]

You don't have to work at nothin', kid. It's just a fact. Your bones are all fused together right because you grew up where your ancestors did, on a planet with real atmosphere.

[ miller doesn't say it like anderson dawes, like a belter who thinks he's better than earthers because of his plight. because he had to do the hard thing. he doesn't sound resentful either, he's just stating facts. though maybe there is a part of himself he'd rather not acknowledge that he's imploring her to understand - that he wants her to. he scratches at an eyebrow before stuffing his hands into jumpsuit pockets, not heading for the door anymore and it's obvious by his body language that maybe he never wanted to. ]

It's ke [ he gently corrects her tone, though it doesn't matter. he could go down the hall and talk lang belta with naomi all night but it wouldn't make him feel better, or any more connected to the culture he'd left behind. ] and it's Belter for... like I'm asking you a question. Or- whatever. It's not important. The last Earther I saw try to learn it got a rebar through his ribcage for the effort so maybe we ought to leave it there.