[He stares at the pretty ginger, looking suspicious of her pretty instantly.
... Ooookay. He walks at a distance, following her, looking like something's going to pop out and kill him. It's not, of course, similar to hell-riddled Sam, but more along the lines of a soldier eying for potential danger.]
... Morning.
[Is she the one who did this? A goddess or djinn or something?
Why is she just casually making coffee in a spaceship dreamscape?]
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... Ooookay. He walks at a distance, following her, looking like something's going to pop out and kill him. It's not, of course, similar to hell-riddled Sam, but more along the lines of a soldier eying for potential danger.]
... Morning.
[Is she the one who did this? A goddess or djinn or something?
Why is she just casually making coffee in a spaceship dreamscape?]