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[ spam: gwaine / two months ago ]
- [ She'd been running since the crash. It wasn't quite running away from anyone, more running in fear, in preservation. She'd heard the stories before, of others whom had crashed and not returned, and now it had happened to her. She didn't know where she was, not exactly, and as for fixing her ship? She might have known how to use it but she usually got it somewhere before it needed fixing.
Her running had gotten her into a town, night falling by the time she stopped. The garage was easy for her to see, and somewhere that looked quiet (and empty) enough that she could stay there for a little while - a moment to rest. It wasn't until after she'd made her way in that she found something even better, the possibility of finding something for her ship (as hopeless as fixing it might have seemed to her). Her thoughts of all around her lessened as she started looking for anything that looked like it could be of use, an occasional look around to see if she'd been seen (although apparently not enough looks around) ]
