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[burbonmilkshake]

Faye is in the second floor hallway, leaning against the wall, staring down at a small, tattered picture of her father. She sighs.

"Dad, what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like home or Savannah here. I can't run off to some shrink when things go bad, and I have to hold on... I can't pull a stunt like I did after you died. Doing that

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[grabber_fray]

Not really. Funk appears to be around the building in spades right now.

Take, for instance, the pregnant girl just leaving 202 and intending to head upstairs to find something to occupy her. She's pretty rutting miserable as well.

And she has fantastic hearing, which means she kind of heard all that. Oops? Nevermind. She won't mention it.

"Hey," she says instead. Just a greeting. Natural as anything.

[burbonmilkshake]

"Hey," she says, quickly wiping her eyes. She stands. "What's up?"

[grabber_fray]

Mel shrugs, bored and indifferent.

"Not a lot. Greenhouse is coming along nicely."

NOt that she's an engineer, but she helps where she can.

"I haven't met you, have I? I'm Mel."

[burbonmilkshake]

"Faye Whitaker." She holds out her hand. "I just came in about a week ago."