[ "Sounds like a you problem," is the very intent of the feelings that come across. Nebula has no interest in any of it. For someone who spent most of her life wanting to be acknowledge, she also doesn't want to be bothered by strangers. ]
[ Or, perhaps, any of the natives who have been talking like they knew her. They don't and she's one step from proving that to them. ]
[ For a moment, there's no answer. Just quiet, not peaceful, and the anger doesn't roar up despite her tone: ]
no subject
[ Or, perhaps, any of the natives who have been talking like they knew her. They don't and she's one step from proving that to them. ]
[ For a moment, there's no answer. Just quiet, not peaceful, and the anger doesn't roar up despite her tone: ]
Fine. You owe me.
[ Owe her what? Who knows! ]
Where is the damned place?