Believe me I'd prefer it to this place. [Moya. She was on Moya, wasn't she? Like a brief flash of grounding recognition his suggestion jogs her memory. Gives her enough clarity to really look at him.
And she doesn't like what she sees.
Which is why Aeryn moves after him, rather than taking any dismissal. ] John, what's going on? Why are you here?
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And she doesn't like what she sees.
Which is why Aeryn moves after him, rather than taking any dismissal. ] John, what's going on? Why are you here?