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Huh.
Well... That wasn't all that hard to imagine in all honestly.
Tambrey found herself adjusting her glasses in an attempt to quell the urge to glance at Star as Lore said he didn't know why anyone would want the rank.
She'd probably looked at the odd spindly man too many times already.

Tambrey certainly didn't mind that Lore was sitting on Star's bed... Honestly, though he was occupying it already, she still hadn't quite got used to the idea that it was the ex-Galactic's bed.
She snorted slightly as she found herself letting a little bit of a laugh out at the comments in the conversation Lore 'retold'.
"... Hee. Well. I think y' turned out fine." Or better, considering she didn't know Lucere at all really. "I guess that's the point though. I'm... talking here to you. We don't get t' know a lot about The Boss... We could never think of doing -this- with him..."

Ah...
She was actually learning more than she'd thought she ever might about The Boss.
It made sense that he'd be good at that; he was The Boss, after all and Team Rocket needed such a talent to, well, function. It couldn't /all/ come from what they did.
It also didn't surprise her to hear that he 'didn't know how to chat'; she understood that the two were different things.
... And so The Boss became 'Crime-boss Zubatman' in her mind.
She nodded to show she understood and then found herself listening to Lore talk about their parents.

"I'm sorry... About your parents." She found it slipping out and hoped it was alright to say; he had seemed to change topics pretty quickly, but she wasn't certain that it wasn't just the distracted way he was.

'I guess it just grows that way.'
Tambrey blinked. She'd been trying to ignore the fact that Lore seemed to be... playing with the unconscious man, but at that, she had to look at Star, at Star's hair.
"That's... odd." She couldn't really tell him to stop doing that though, slightly tempted to poke it herself, and just after talking of deceased parents.

"Okay." She nodded and offered a small smile. She could accept the answer, only hoped she hadn't stepped into something uncomfortable. Still, he had mentioned it himself and reassured that he was okay, so that was reassuring.

And then Star was moving.
She looked from Lore's hand to Star's hair-spike and then to the ex-Galactic himself.
"I... think you woke him up." She commented aside to Lore, then addressed Star's question.
"... Your meeting went well; y're not dead and you had a special accompaniment to escort y' home. You also have a souvenir," she picked up the dart to give to him when he woke up a little more "and a... kind of a present."

"Heh. Lore's right, you might want to wait a little while before moving around too much." And not just because he had giraffe-limbs.

She looked at the dart herself then, when he took note of it, and reflected that, apart from taking it out, she hadn't properly looked at it.
Hm. How did one get training and access to tranq guns anyway? Long-ish range and non-lethal... It seemed a useful idea.
She caught herself before she 'admired' the dart for too long and nodded in agreement with Star.
"They did. With this. It's not a bullet." In the same tone as one might use for 'you got very lucky'.

"Geoh-toh!" Palu warbled from the pillows. It, of course, didn't really make sense to humans, but that was her answering on the question of Scream.

"I... think he's probably fine. If his ball's there, 's likely he ended up better off than you did." Tambrey commented, watching Star carefully again.
She frowned at him, then looked to Lore, perhaps to gauge if her next words were on the right track.

"I... don't really know how y' expected it to be different than... what you've experienced. You kind of... pressed a reset button by doing what you did. Not that we don't appreciate it, but... all those things you might count as accomplishments, things that you think entitle you to what you want... They got left on that giant craft you used to call home. You're the same 's us now"
She couldn't help herself. Her mouth quirked and she pointed toward the folded paper.
"Even got a first 'ssignment."

Tambrey rolled her eyes, but at least looked amused as Star declared his uniqueness and Lore made his snowflake comment.

She blinked as Star... exploded into his rasping complaint.
It had been predictable and yet she still found herself surprised by it.

"Yes." She nodded, replying to Lore and meeting his hi-five. "Ya... pretty much got it spot on..." Wincing a little, but from Star's voice rather than the hi-five.

"... We both thought it was pretty... lucky." She ventured to mention to Star.

Tambrey nodded.
"It'll fly by. Have y'... mopped before? Or stuff like that? If not, 's better. New work and all.. should feel like it goes a little faster." She added when Lore suggested Star might have fun.

"... I thought he might get it from the fact that I was, uh, holding the dart." Tambrey asided quietly to Lore before sliding her attention back toward Star with a smile.
She seemed to have taken the words, and just the notice of the small amount of work as a 'thank you'.
"You're welcome. Didn't want you rolling on it."

"... I really wish we could've recorded that..." Tambrey muttered; she got the impression that those two particular words would be rarely leaving Star's mouth.
She put the dart down on top of the drawer set when Star declined to take it.

"What if y' have to mop? It's probably part of the, uh, assignment." She presented him with. "... You can't just go and... do nothing. You'll get yourself in more trouble f'r.. no real reason. We may not... be comfortable with this, but you -did-," she sighed "help get us out of that cell. At the least, we don't want you throwing everything here away b'fore you've actually... Well, something." She wasn't sure what she meant, and it was clear she wasn't sure -why- she didn't want him to get himself in more trouble, but nonetheless, she found herself saying such things.