[ she doesn't, but the offer is noted even as she ignores it. even as she stands, she finds herself having to lean forward, bracing her hands on her knees until her stomach settles back into a state that's more manageable. she's scrolled through network since arriving; she knows that this is normal, but it's kind of worrying that she's not getting over it as quickly as she's used to.
(maybe the gravity's just hitting her particularly hard. she's never been great at handling vertigo.) ]
Three weeks? [ she straightens, slowly, and regards him with disbelief. he doesn't sound like he's kidding and she doesn't think he is, but it sounds insane. ] Wha - how is that possible?
[ has she been here that long, too and just not known it? the idea makes her stomach start turning again. ]
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(maybe the gravity's just hitting her particularly hard. she's never been great at handling vertigo.) ]
Three weeks? [ she straightens, slowly, and regards him with disbelief. he doesn't sound like he's kidding and she doesn't think he is, but it sounds insane. ] Wha - how is that possible?
[ has she been here that long, too and just not known it? the idea makes her stomach start turning again. ]