[What a coincidence. She knows people often come here to visit family still sleeping, but she hasn't met many other parents. Awkwardly, she motions to the pod behind her, and the young woman asleep within. This is a terrible way of introducing Bree to anyone, like she's a car or a new dress still on the hanger.]
Oh? This is my daughter, Brianna.
[Her very redheaded daughter Brianna, hair pin straight as she liked to wear it. A far cry from Claire's dark curls. But she's there, in her face, even if her eyes are closed.]
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Oh? This is my daughter, Brianna.
[Her very redheaded daughter Brianna, hair pin straight as she liked to wear it. A far cry from Claire's dark curls. But she's there, in her face, even if her eyes are closed.]
Pardon her silence.
[A wee joke.]