[She is - perhaps blissfully - unaffected by all the nonsense in the air. But, a woman's got to eat, and so she's shopping for herself. She lives alone, and cooks the same, but she prefers to stock up on things for the long run just in case.
There's a tin of fruit on the top shelf with a name she recognizes - her stomach drops, Kveth's salty tits it's something from home, not just the Lattice but Janirak - and without even thinking about it she holds out her basket to the nearest person (sorry, Romulus) without even looking at them.
Not that she'd recognize him if she did. The wonders of text-only communication, that once.]
Here, sweetheart, hold this a moment?
[And this is the story of how she makes a little light-construct step-ladder (it's living energy, essentially, that she shapes to her will) so she can grab that can off the top shelf just to marvel at it. She breathes out something that definitely sounds like a foreign curse under her breath and smooths the label where it's crinkled in one corner. The tactile sensation seems to snap her out of a reverie, and then she's turning back to her helper with a grin that pulls at the ugly scars across her face.]
Thanks. Sorry, didn't mean to hijack you unawares. Name's Shai.
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There's a tin of fruit on the top shelf with a name she recognizes - her stomach drops, Kveth's salty tits it's something from home, not just the Lattice but Janirak - and without even thinking about it she holds out her basket to the nearest person (sorry, Romulus) without even looking at them.
Not that she'd recognize him if she did. The wonders of text-only communication, that once.]
Here, sweetheart, hold this a moment?
[And this is the story of how she makes a little light-construct step-ladder (it's living energy, essentially, that she shapes to her will) so she can grab that can off the top shelf just to marvel at it. She breathes out something that definitely sounds like a foreign curse under her breath and smooths the label where it's crinkled in one corner. The tactile sensation seems to snap her out of a reverie, and then she's turning back to her helper with a grin that pulls at the ugly scars across her face.]
Thanks. Sorry, didn't mean to hijack you unawares. Name's Shai.