I dislike this man immensely, [amara announces, wandering up from having followed some of the shooting stars. satellites. moths. whatever they were. she's still not clear on the tech level of this world, relative to deerington. anything could be anything. that's just how it is in this little section of the multiverse.] Hello? Hello! Why are you looking at her like that?
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[she glances to rose:] You okay?