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Despite the fact that she herself was not culturally Polynesian Emelina had still grown up surrounded by the culture. Had he compared himself to the fictional Kahuna she would have probably immediately winced before correcting him. Not even she, an aspiring doctor, could call herself kahuna. Lapa'au status was not attributed to just any medicinal healer, after all!

Stepping out the door of the dorm she looked either way down the hall, deciding where she wanted to head. Outside of the dorms seemed her best bet for running into someone who knew where to go. Or she could go door-to-door until she found someone who was willing to help.

Choices, choices. Deciding to leave the dorm she walked off, talking to Zac whether he followed or not. "One good thing about chilling with surfers, at least, is I got some early experience in setting dislocations and broken bones until the EMTs arrived. Mama's an orthopedic surgeon so..." Fingers wiggled with delight. "I had some good training."

Stopping, as if she finally considered he might want to catch up, she turned her smile on him once more. Lina was clearly charming him, trying to get to know him, in her own way. "What about your family?"

Marching out into the fall sunlight she raised a hand to her eyes, looking around. "Do you know where the main building is? There has to be some kind of administration..." She trailed off, switching gears so quickly it might throw him. "I meant in general, really. Mama's a surgeon but Dad was career military. Now he owns a security company because he has a hook-up on the base. Guys wanna retire and Dad hires them. Knows he's getting disciplined guys who know their stuff." Lina liked talking about her family. It made her feel close to them again.

Ta moko was a strange word that she didn't understand and immediately supposed it must have been some kind of martial arts. "What's te moko?" Mentioning that the outside world thought they were dead turned her from charming to somber quickly. Fingers touched the small diamond ring on her finger, turning it self-consciously as she looked at the ground. "Yeah...they think I was lost in a surfing accident. It was the most convenient way to lose me. Messed up board found in the rocks, mangled body. Nice funeral, or so I read." Her tone was flat for a moment, eyes dull and sad.

"Shut up." It was directed not at Zachary but at the voice in her mind, being snide about how it should have been a shark attack instead. She looked tasty and his brothers could feed well on her. It snapped her out of her mood, at least, smile perking back up though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "So. Administration?"

Poor Zachary was eventually going to learn that while some people had a concept of personal space, Emelina did not. Her upbringing, her friends, and indeed her eventual training made her a very up-close and personal sort of girl. It baffled her when others were not and she often ignored their discomfort as much as she could.

Eyes dipped down where he patted his hips and an eyebrow raised, questioningly. "A bit lower? That seems quite a bit lower than your face, Zac..." It made her laugh though, the light hopping back into her eyes where it belonged. Thinking of the hammer and chisel had her hands stroking her skin lightly, thinking about what raised designs on it would feel like. "So they're a little more permanent, huh? Can't just go get Becky's name lasered off your a** when you break up." Her head nodded, firmly approving. "I like it."

Eme's legs weren't long but they ate up the ground with her quick strides, trying to get from A to B as quickly as possible. Once inside of administration she charmed, smiled, and once efficiently cut someone off to get where she needed to go. It was with the Quartermaster that she turned her charm on full-blast, laughing and joking about the 'mix-up'.

Within twenty minutes they were in possession of a requisition form that would allot them a second bed. They need only give it to whatever poor Hunter was on delivery duty that week when the bed was brought. Tucking it into her pocket, for safekeeping, she turned a full-wattage smile on Zac. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Unashamed of her charm and how she wielded it Emelina exuberantly hooked her arm through that of her new roommate and started to walk back towards the dormitory. "I'm good at getting things in general. There are times when it's not as easy as I'd like but that's just when I knuckle down and use more grease." More grease being a hair flip, an outright flirtation, or perhaps a bribe. Though at this point in her life there was little Lina could actually bribe with so she was holding that one back.

For now.

His question took her by surprise, when really it probably should not have, and she laughed. "Is that an invitation to take my shirt off so you can look?" She was teasing him, because teasing was what she did, while Dhakir rumbled his approval of that idea. It made her suddenly, acutely, aware of the fact that there was a male in her head. A male that she could not cast out, who could see her naked, and would comment on it. All of it.

Leaning slightly against Zac, because he was by far the safer option, she answered his question and returned one of her own. "No, no ink yet. Maybe you can come up with a design for me. And is your weapon like...crazy? Irritating? A sex maniac?"

Without thinking, only wanting to reassure Zachary that she was not going to kill him in his sleep, she let the words tumble out. "No, he keeps trying but I promise I don't listen." Color flooded her cheeks at not only what Zac was saying but what Dhakir was saying inside of her head, agreeing with Zac, and all sorts of disturbing lewdness. Eme had not been sheltered, she wasn't a virgin, but there were still some things even she hadn't considered.

"He's ah. He's happy. Really really happy. I think." For a moment she thought of what his weapon must be like, the fact that he had a female in his head that didn't drive him mad almost immediately upon meeting her, and sighed. "Must be nice to have a decent weapon. I mean..." Letting him go she stepped back and made the gesture that summoned the twin pair of blades, joined by their chain. "He looks dangerous and incredible." Dhakir assured her he was both, smugly.

"But I'm not sure its worth the commentary."