Should I start calling you Noah. then? [she says, trying to laugh although it really doesn't work, even if she does smile at her Eevee going over to the dog. It's not afraid, despite the difference in size. She still doesn't understand the small creature, really, but she is so glad it's safe. That Kavinsky and some of his people--people she only remembers in passing--are safe.
While there are some people she would try to comfort--Nick, Arthur--Kavinsky isn't one of them. In part because he's him, and in part because, despite what she's tried to make everyone believe, including herself, she is actually pretty good at hiding and repressing negative emotions. It's the only way she'd been able to survive adolescence with any part of the self she wanted to be intact, which is...probably not very healthy, but it's what's letting her keep from falling to pieces right now.
So instead of reaching out when he sniffs, she listens to him and laughs, although 'nerd girl' stings some part of her she hadn't even realized was there, as she remembers calling Eli 'math boy'. Eli. Eli is a genius, the one who solved the mystery of the ninth chevron, he must have found a way to get them out, him and Rush and all the others together…
She forces all of that down, to a place where she can deal with it when it's just her and her Eevee again, and makes herself smile]
Believe it or not, this is just as new to me as it is to you. Just because I've been on an alien spaceship and swapped bodies doesn't mean I've seen everything the multiverse has to offer. [she sighs, looking around for a moment to hide her own misted gaze] That said, I sincerely doubt that anything we wear or consume could create localized black holes. Not just because I think that would take something much bigger, but from what I'm gathering, that's not how this virus is wreaking its particular havoc. But I definitely had the time or...focus to dig very deep yet. [the only concession she'll let herself make aloud, to the fact she's terrified] Maybe once I get a roof over my head I can start...trying to figure out how the hell this program is working, instead of just taking it at face value.
[or finally have a total emotional breakdown. That's more likely, really]
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While there are some people she would try to comfort--Nick, Arthur--Kavinsky isn't one of them. In part because he's him, and in part because, despite what she's tried to make everyone believe, including herself, she is actually pretty good at hiding and repressing negative emotions. It's the only way she'd been able to survive adolescence with any part of the self she wanted to be intact, which is...probably not very healthy, but it's what's letting her keep from falling to pieces right now.
So instead of reaching out when he sniffs, she listens to him and laughs, although 'nerd girl' stings some part of her she hadn't even realized was there, as she remembers calling Eli 'math boy'. Eli. Eli is a genius, the one who solved the mystery of the ninth chevron, he must have found a way to get them out, him and Rush and all the others together…
She forces all of that down, to a place where she can deal with it when it's just her and her Eevee again, and makes herself smile]
Believe it or not, this is just as new to me as it is to you. Just because I've been on an alien spaceship and swapped bodies doesn't mean I've seen everything the multiverse has to offer. [she sighs, looking around for a moment to hide her own misted gaze] That said, I sincerely doubt that anything we wear or consume could create localized black holes. Not just because I think that would take something much bigger, but from what I'm gathering, that's not how this virus is wreaking its particular havoc. But I definitely had the time or...focus to dig very deep yet. [the only concession she'll let herself make aloud, to the fact she's terrified] Maybe once I get a roof over my head I can start...trying to figure out how the hell this program is working, instead of just taking it at face value.
[or finally have a total emotional breakdown. That's more likely, really]