The sight of a young girl moving through the corridors of the station is not, in and of itself, a strange one. Certainly, there are few young ones on board, but she moves with a strict certainty that likely makes thoughts of worry about her crumble and blow away - after all, she clearly knows what she's doing.
No, what's likely to stand out is more the apron she wears, crudely cut and stitched out of some leathery black material and thick brown thread and splattered with red-brown dried stains, and the strangle goggles with cloudy, unseeing lenses. Over her shoulder she carries a lumpy canvas sack, and the oversized denim jacket she wears is just as lumpy, as though there are things underneath it.
And every now and then, she stops at a corridor junction and starts retrieving strange things from that sack...
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The sight of a young girl moving through the corridors of the station is not, in and of itself, a strange one. Certainly, there are few young ones on board, but she moves with a strict certainty that likely makes thoughts of worry about her crumble and blow away - after all, she clearly knows what she's doing.
No, what's likely to stand out is more the apron she wears, crudely cut and stitched out of some leathery black material and thick brown thread and splattered with red-brown dried stains, and the strangle goggles with cloudy, unseeing lenses. Over her shoulder she carries a lumpy canvas sack, and the oversized denim jacket she wears is just as lumpy, as though there are things underneath it.
And every now and then, she stops at a corridor junction and starts retrieving strange things from that sack...