[While she hasn't looked into the mirror lately, she doesn't have to in order to know that she looks like shit. And she feels as if she's been crushed by a steamroller multiple times. Somehow, she manages to stay on her own two feet when Nick arrives, turning to him with a dizzying twist reeling in her head.
[Again, she has never been sick. All she has are vague memories of false childhoods, which entail the occasional symptoms wrought by poor living conditions. Otherwise, Rey has been the image of perfect health throughout the near century that she has existed.]
I'm fine. [Well, she wants to be.] And I could say the same for you. This is an interesting place to be out for "work".
[She isn't mad that he's been gone. Hell, she's almost grateful that he hasn't had to be around her while she's feeling the pressures of that synthetic's presence the last couple of days. She just doesn't like being kept in the dark.]
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[Again, she has never been sick. All she has are vague memories of false childhoods, which entail the occasional symptoms wrought by poor living conditions. Otherwise, Rey has been the image of perfect health throughout the near century that she has existed.]
I'm fine. [Well, she wants to be.] And I could say the same for you. This is an interesting place to be out for "work".
[She isn't mad that he's been gone. Hell, she's almost grateful that he hasn't had to be around her while she's feeling the pressures of that synthetic's presence the last couple of days. She just doesn't like being kept in the dark.]