Tinya was thrilled. Love in all of its forms was celebrated on Bgztl, one of the few nice things she could say about her homeworld. "Good! I'm glad to hear that!"

"You do...?" Tinya asked, a hint of insecurity in her voice. She was so used to her presence being resented in the other world that it was often hard to believe that people in Trench did care about her, did want her around. But she knew Sharon cared and hoped that the object of her affections would as well. "That would be really appreciated. Thank you. I mean it."

It was hard to not be worldly, given the childhood that she had. Being used as a spy and informant to her mother since after the murder of her beloved grandmother. Winema Wazzo hadn't wanted Tinya to accompany her, so she needed to find a use for her daughter, not simply be her mother.