[Claire let Bree do whatever she liked to her hair from a young age. Whatever the popular style was, if she wanted it, she could have it. It break her heart to see her so pleased to see those red curls flattened out, but she does wonder now if she'll let them return.]
There must be. It's some sort of computer, like what's up at the station. [Not quite as high tech, but for them, anything like this is. Grumbling, Claire feels along the edges of the room. Maybe there's a panel of some sort.
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There must be. It's some sort of computer, like what's up at the station. [Not quite as high tech, but for them, anything like this is. Grumbling, Claire feels along the edges of the room. Maybe there's a panel of some sort.
Where's Jim Kirk when you need him?]