09-06-2008, 10:42 PM
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She nodded at his remark, though she paused for a moment, breaking it with a shaky smile and said, “What’s a pitching machine?” While it was mostly intended as a (feeble) joke, she realized that she didn’t now at all what a pitching machine was in the least. Humans and their weird mechanical objects. Nikita had been wondering if Endymion, the medic who, fortunately, had managed to arrive on their doorstep during this small epidemic, had found anything that combated the strange illness, and it seemed that he had. Along with Ahren’s kid… whoever he or she was. She nodded, murmuring, “That’s good.” Good news, wow. They hadn’t had much of that in the past few weeks. A spot of sunshine in the midst of a great storm, and at least it cheered her spirits just a little bit.
Nikita paused in the camp, not exactly sure where to go. As far as she was concerned, she was nearly (if not just) as ill as those who were confined, and she wasn’t sure if she should just shut herself up somewhere and wait for whatever outcome. But she had never really been one that loved making decisions, so she pondered it for a moment more while staring intently at the ground. Then she raised her gaze to Laurel, trying to make it seem questioning.
She nodded at his remark, though she paused for a moment, breaking it with a shaky smile and said, “What’s a pitching machine?” While it was mostly intended as a (feeble) joke, she realized that she didn’t now at all what a pitching machine was in the least. Humans and their weird mechanical objects. Nikita had been wondering if Endymion, the medic who, fortunately, had managed to arrive on their doorstep during this small epidemic, had found anything that combated the strange illness, and it seemed that he had. Along with Ahren’s kid… whoever he or she was. She nodded, murmuring, “That’s good.” Good news, wow. They hadn’t had much of that in the past few weeks. A spot of sunshine in the midst of a great storm, and at least it cheered her spirits just a little bit.
Nikita paused in the camp, not exactly sure where to go. As far as she was concerned, she was nearly (if not just) as ill as those who were confined, and she wasn’t sure if she should just shut herself up somewhere and wait for whatever outcome. But she had never really been one that loved making decisions, so she pondered it for a moment more while staring intently at the ground. Then she raised her gaze to Laurel, trying to make it seem questioning.