Another blink and Rachel stares after her, a little wide-eyed.
There are a few things she can count on as constant in Milliways. Rats downstairs. No one is allowed a quiet drink at the bar. Privacy is rare and undervalued. Going outside invites shared activity.
Everyone - or just about - wants friends. Connections. They want to meet people and find out their stories and find someone to confide in, take comfort in, talk to, laugh with.
It's not like h-
It's not like it was, with normal kids and normal lives, trying to mesh what she'd become with what she'd been.
Kate's some sort of old west outlaw with a gun on her hip and a laugh for the girl who turns into a bear and terrorizes a saloon.
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There are a few things she can count on as constant in Milliways. Rats downstairs. No one is allowed a quiet drink at the bar. Privacy is rare and undervalued. Going outside invites shared activity.
Everyone - or just about - wants friends. Connections. They want to meet people and find out their stories and find someone to confide in, take comfort in, talk to, laugh with.
It's not like h-
It's not like it was, with normal kids and normal lives, trying to mesh what she'd become with what she'd been.
Kate's some sort of old west outlaw with a gun on her hip and a laugh for the girl who turns into a bear and terrorizes a saloon.
"Okay."