Date: 2010-03-30 05:56 am (UTC)
Somehow being down on the floor helpless made it a bit easier to listen. "...ship..." She remembered, of course, he'd talked about a hovercraft when they met on the street.....

...seemed so long ago now. But the metal grating floor below her fingers was real. Her outburst almost seemed silly and childish. She buried her face in her hands as if it would hide her from all of this.

Quietly she answered his last question with a nod, "...yes...please?"
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