[Musing, meandering her way through what she can't relate to and what she can, piecemeal, seeking understanding. There was - she thinks there was an ice planet, once, a target lovingly tipped into a crevasse, but her clothing kept her internals neatly regulated.
The stillness, though. She'd hate that. Drifting was bad enough.]
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[Musing, meandering her way through what she can't relate to and what she can, piecemeal, seeking understanding. There was - she thinks there was an ice planet, once, a target lovingly tipped into a crevasse, but her clothing kept her internals neatly regulated.
The stillness, though. She'd hate that. Drifting was bad enough.]