He falters a little, but then gamely nods and puts his hat back on. "Not a problem. Quite the place, ain't it? I realize it's a prison, but it's somethin'."
Better than the prison Allison would have</i? ended up in, no doubt.
"It really is," she says, "I can't help but wonder how it all fell into place. Who designed it, how it came to be..."
Small talk. Ugh, she hates it, but she's made it an art form out of necessity. Serves her well here.
"Well, it's likely even more impossible to me. I had to get used to the washing machines," he tells her, with a little smile at her. It's alright - he's weirded out too!
"Damn convenient. Hours I spent standing in some cold fucking river, trying to scrub dirt out of a once-white shirt - take some getting used to again, after bein' here."
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"Huh. Never thought about that, I guess."
wow sorry for the formatting craziness in that last tag, i did not realize!!!!
"It's probably a moot point, since the whole thing seems... well, frankly, impossible, at least where I come from. We are in space, after all..."
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"I'll bet," is what Allison says aloud, "I suppose we'll all have some sort of... cultural readjustment issues when we go back home."
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