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He crossed folded his hands, looking back out the window. "Sure. But at least we aren't drunk people who throw up in the back of peoples cars,...
He grinned mischievously. "So? Nobody needs to know."
He leaned over to quickly kiss her, then grinned. "Well, knock on wood."
"Yeah. I doubt it will happen twice in a row," he said, watching their hands thoughtfully. "We'll be okay."
He looked over at her, gently taking her hand. "a bit. Are you?"
"I suppose. Maybe it's just the wind being kicked up," he suggested, looking out the window.
He got in from the other side, shutting the door quickly. "The dust has got to be bad for you, right? Just... inhaling it all the time. Gross."
(Huzzah!) He opened one of the doors for her, watching as the overseers got into the other cab. "Perhaps. I don't think I could live here even...
Francis frowned, looking around at all the people. "How? It hurts just to breathe here. These people must be crazy," he said quietly, as the...
"Right. Right," he replied, sighing. As the left the ship, and entered the town, they would quickly learn the air was as dusty as the town, and...
"Hm. Maybe they're just... not clean? I have no idea." He stepped away from the window, straightening the suit. "I hope the people aren't how I...
He looked after, raising an eyebrow. "It looks dirty. Dusty. Don't tell Mrs. Irvine I said that, though."
"It does. Maybe we can peg this one as an easy win." The ship shuddered as it landed, and if they looked out the window they would find a fairly...
"I'm excited, too. I'm sure it will be lovely." He rubbed the side of her hand with his thumb. "Just one more meeting..."
"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go," he said, looking down the hallway. "I hope this goes by quickly. I'm so ready to get a vacation for a couple of days."
He laughed, pulling away reluctantly. "Right. Helping you with a zipper was terribly heroic of me."
He kissed her cheek, still standing behind her. "Good. You look marvelous, as always."
Avice stepped away, more towards the safety of a corner. She didn't want to say anything, and tried to keep out of the way, wringing her hands...
"Here," he said, "let me get that for you." He moved behind her and placed one hand on her waist, zipping the back of her dress. "Better?"
Francis managed to get ready fairly quick, fixing his appearance in the mirror before leaving. He knocked on her door a few times, then waited...
