[She’s somewhat surprised when the response she gets isn’t an irritated retort and subsequent storming away, but a polite apology and two hands on her shoulders holding her steady.]
Don’t worry about it, [she mutters, clearly caught off-guard. It’s then that she notices that one of the hands on her shoulders has a MID attached.]
Oh! You’re another one of crew. [She lifts her hand to show her own MID.] Did you also come through the… [Lost in thought as she had been, she’s already forgotten the name of the device that had brought her here.] Ingrid?
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Don’t worry about it, [she mutters, clearly caught off-guard. It’s then that she notices that one of the hands on her shoulders has a MID attached.]
Oh! You’re another one of crew. [She lifts her hand to show her own MID.] Did you also come through the… [Lost in thought as she had been, she’s already forgotten the name of the device that had brought her here.] Ingrid?