[ it's not much, really. hanging up a flamingo-print blouse (mmhm) and nudging a few other items aside. trying to keep busy when there's not much left to accomplish outside of leaving the ship -- something she's not yet prepared to do.
but then there's steve. the creak of the door gives him away. she turns -- nodding. ]
There's no better place for it. [ she speaks of the jacket without introducing it. ] You don't mind, do you?
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but then there's steve. the creak of the door gives him away. she turns -- nodding. ]
There's no better place for it. [ she speaks of the jacket without introducing it. ] You don't mind, do you?