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[thinkb4ublink]

[Shortly after flood hits, a little old lady peers out the door before shuffling out. Why would her son do this to her? She doesn't want to be on a spaceship. She wants to be at home. Ruby wasn't meant for space barges and she certainly doesn't know how to work communicators.]

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[young_idealist]

[There's another lady, a tallish, graceful Frenchwoman. She sees the Ruby and tries to catch up.] Are you visiting, grandmother? [And yes, she's French.]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Ruby looks absolutely terrified, she's so worked up.] Yes, dear. [I've done nothing wrong, promise!]

[young_idealist]

[Margot knows how to be gentle. She smiles.] We can look for somewhere quiet you can rest. Would you like that?

[thinkb4ublink]

I wanna go 'ome, love. ['Rest'? How is she supposed to get that here?]