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She blinked in surprise, her hand on the door as she looked at him. "I beg your pardon?" * * * "Oh, everything's great, Squishy. Ready to go?"
A frown crossed her lips and she brushed her hands over the dress nervously. "Why not? For experimentation?" * * * "Well," he said slowly,...
Gwen opened the door. Her blonde hair was by her shoulders and she was wearing cotton pajamas. * * * Ben was just closing the door behind him...
She laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow as she considered him. "You and this crew are using me for ransom. Forgive me if I don't immediately...
(Yoop!)
She frowned, hugging herself worriedly. "Andromeda... that's so far." * * * He also began working, humming under his breath.
(Where to?)
"No, but like... where are we in the galaxy? What district?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. * * * "We can probably clear away some of this stuff."
She frowned, looking around curiously. "What is all this? Where are we?" * * * "Just tell me what to do, Cap'n."
(Zoop?)
She followed him, her strides long and elegant. "Well, I hang out down here a lot," he said with a shrug.
He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
She looked up at him before stepping out of the container. "If you say so..." Trevor watched her for a moment before turning to Juliet. "Can I...
He flushed, looking at her excitedly. "Great. I'll see you at 8."
Stephanie turned from the group and left, clearly worried. Anya looked around anxiously, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Excuse me, but......
"I asked you first."
"She is not going to be permanent, Juliet," Stephanie replied sharply. "She will stay in the cargo hold."
She nodded, turning to leave. * * * He tilted his head. "Do you want it to be?"
"She can sleep in the cargo hold," Stephanie said, holstering her gun. Trevor frowned. "The cargo hold? That doesn't seem right."
"We're done," she said, looking down. "We can go our separate ways." * * * He paused before glancing at her. "So... is this a date?"
