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(Zoop?)
Owen raised an eyebrow and addressed Poppy. "Is that true?" Francis would be able to see how tightly she was squeezing her hands under the...
"It's not far. We could visit it, if you wanted."
"No, I really don't."
She closed the door behind her, and he'd be able to hear her low humming as she turned on the water.
"I hesitate to write this off as a random instance of arson. You two certainly have motive, and despite the bulkiness of the figure, it doesn't...
He considered her, brushing her hair back. "Not far. Why?"
She blinked, looking at him. "I'm not built to relax."
She glanced back at him thoughtfully before heading into the bathroom.
Owen raised an eyebrow before his gaze flickered to Poppy. "Poppy, do you have something to say?" She looked up at him with wide eyes and shook...
"Well, we don't have to right now."
"I went to Vesta," she said, as if this was obvious. "I had a new task to complete.""
"Will do."
He turned on the screen, and a grainy footage of the Filing Room from the ship appeared. As they watched, a figure dressed in bulky black clothing...
"Yeah. Get up high."
She blinked before nodding with understanding. "Ah. The Apollo child."
She laughed slightly, sitting up. "Love you too. I'm going to go take a shower."
Poppy joined him and they sat in silence for a moment. "We've recovered some tapes," Owen said quietly. "Someone set fire to the ship."
"We should climb trees."
She glanced over her shoulder, one brow raised.
