Annie almost rolls her eyes again; yes, he's said that. She's not from here. From Earth.
Then he starts talking and the more he talks, the more things sound familiar - is it his voice, his charming tone, that smile?- and the moment that it clicks, the rest of the things that she should know kind of slide into place. First his history, then hers.
"You work in space." Yup, that's right. "You have a ship." That's right, too. "And I work for the CIA. I'm a spy..." She trails off, "Which is why you thought I might be investi--" And there it is. It's Annie. A frowning Annie.
Looking around the shop she's in, she suddenly feels seriously gross, like something's been living in her head for a long time that didn't belong there. And though she loathes showing weakness, she feels fear that tells her that if she doesn't leave now, she might not ever.
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Then he starts talking and the more he talks, the more things sound familiar - is it his voice, his charming tone, that smile?- and the moment that it clicks, the rest of the things that she should know kind of slide into place. First his history, then hers.
"You work in space." Yup, that's right. "You have a ship." That's right, too. "And I work for the CIA. I'm a spy..." She trails off, "Which is why you thought I might be investi--" And there it is. It's Annie. A frowning Annie.
Looking around the shop she's in, she suddenly feels seriously gross, like something's been living in her head for a long time that didn't belong there. And though she loathes showing weakness, she feels fear that tells her that if she doesn't leave now, she might not ever.
"I don't wanna be here anymore."