Supplies Jasnah, in response to the advice, picking up the bottle extremely carefully. She touches it by two fingers at the cap, another at the bottom lip.
"Krem patterns. Whatever the case may be. I'd like to know if anyone else has been here since the original abandonment."
She's a tall woman, nearly as tall as him, with a seriousness to her, and a poise that suggests she does not normally get shoved into jumpsuits. Or abducted to space stations, for that matter. But after her inspection of the bottle, she meets his eyes, levelly.
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Supplies Jasnah, in response to the advice, picking up the bottle extremely carefully. She touches it by two fingers at the cap, another at the bottom lip.
"Krem patterns. Whatever the case may be. I'd like to know if anyone else has been here since the original abandonment."
She's a tall woman, nearly as tall as him, with a seriousness to her, and a poise that suggests she does not normally get shoved into jumpsuits. Or abducted to space stations, for that matter. But after her inspection of the bottle, she meets his eyes, levelly.
"People will try to drink it, won't they?"