Ray: You are a girl. And you're selling flowers too.
Lucy: There are no flowers here. These are "diaspora".
Ray: Even with the name like that, they're flowers.
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Lucy: They serve the purpose of changing hydrogen into breathable oxygen. And they're as necessary here, as the air is on Earth.
Ray: But I still say, they're flowers.
Lucy: If you like...
Ray: Do you sell them?
Lucy: I'm afraid not.
Ray: But, maybe we could make a deal?
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Lucy: What do you mean?
Ray: Oh, you see, you won't have to send them anywhere. I'll pay for them, but then, I'll leave them here, for you.
Lucy: (chuckles)
Ray: Do you work in this section?
Lucy: Sometimes. (...) But I'm really a navigator when i'm not working with the astro compass. I like to substitute for the section chemist.
(...) But tell me why do u want to offer them to me?
Ray: Oh. No particular reason. Just to celebrate the second smiling face I've run in to. Al's was fist. Now I find you. Speaking of you, what's your name? I don't mean your number serials codes but just your name.