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Feb. 7th, 2013 06:29 pmLauren can't help herself - she's staring. She has been staring - covertly - at the blue woman every time they're in the same room together, which thus far hasn't been that often (and is also probably why she hasn't been punched by now). It isn't that she's the strangest looking denizen of the space station - though she is, on a superficial level. It's more that she's so strange-looking she's almost comforting. A taste of home...
Of course, there is no saying the other woman is fae, or if she is that she's one of the kinds Lauren even knows about. She's an expert, for a human, but that doesn't mean she knows everything.
And then there's was the fact that even if the other woman is a fae, it doesn't necessarily mean anything. It certainly doesn't mean getting back home would be any easier, though maybe, if she had any abilities, Lauren could figure out how to turn it to their advantage...
Which means that she's still half-staring, lost in her thoughts, when the other woman gets up and approaches, obviously fed up with being the object of this particular brand of attention.
Of course, there is no saying the other woman is fae, or if she is that she's one of the kinds Lauren even knows about. She's an expert, for a human, but that doesn't mean she knows everything.
And then there's was the fact that even if the other woman is a fae, it doesn't necessarily mean anything. It certainly doesn't mean getting back home would be any easier, though maybe, if she had any abilities, Lauren could figure out how to turn it to their advantage...
Which means that she's still half-staring, lost in her thoughts, when the other woman gets up and approaches, obviously fed up with being the object of this particular brand of attention.
