[ There's quite a lot of pictures being blown about by Nadril's chill winds — enough that one gets blown right to Cain's feet, and he bends, picking it up, taking a quick glance at it out of habit. It's one with a woman in red holding a puppy, being crowded by a man who doesn't seem entirely welcome. Huh. He raises an eyebrow as he looks up to see that same woman clutching an armful of photographs, hastily gathering up a few more that are scattered about.
It hardly takes three guesses to put together what's happened.
With a rueful laugh, Cain holds the picture out and crouches to help the woman scoop up the rest. ]
Here. Sorry, I couldn't help but get a glimpse... [ No sense trying to hide the fact. ] Was that a station, like Thesa?
[ The view out the window had been the vast, star-speckled darkness of space, not the wilderness of a planet, and his own curiosity is too much to keep him from asking about it. ]
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It hardly takes three guesses to put together what's happened.
With a rueful laugh, Cain holds the picture out and crouches to help the woman scoop up the rest. ]
Here. Sorry, I couldn't help but get a glimpse... [ No sense trying to hide the fact. ] Was that a station, like Thesa?
[ The view out the window had been the vast, star-speckled darkness of space, not the wilderness of a planet, and his own curiosity is too much to keep him from asking about it. ]