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[wouldntthatbe]

[His face. Is in his hands.]

[howaverage]

[ THIS IS NOT A GOOD PLACE FOR A PREGNANT WOMAN, GOD DAMMIT.

Oh, hey, she remembers you. ]

It's... It's you.

[wouldntthatbe]

[He lifts his head and... stares. Not just because he recognizes her, but she's pregnant, and he has to wonder what in the world they'd want with her in that state.]

Oh my goodness. [he stands, making his way to her, making sure he keeps a distance.] Are you alright?

[howaverage]

[ It's the most worrying, actually, that they want someone pregnant. She has read books about crazy sci-fi stories in worlds that pregnancy is rare. She hopes she's not in one of them. ]

I think so. [ So far, so good. ] I-- [ Hum. ] Are you?

[wouldntthatbe]

No, I'm fine. [he's the last thing either of them should worry about.

Goodness, it's been years. The image of the school girl with the thick accent couldn't contrast more with the woman he sees before him now, even if her face and hair have barely changed.]

[howaverage]

[ Sorry, she doesn't recognize your face. ]

That's... That's good. [ Awkward pause. She's sitting on the bed. ] Ah. Thank you, I guess.

[wouldntthatbe]

[He nods softly, even though he's obviously still disturbed with this situation.]

Emilia, wasn't it?

[howaverage]

[ Did she... give him her name? Oh, Jesus, she hopes he's not one of those creepers who know everything! ]

Ah, yes. Emilia. I'm sorry, I don't... I don't remember yours.

[wouldntthatbe]

[H-he can't help it...]

I'm Jerry. Or Jeremy. [maybe that will ring a bell.]

[howaverage]

[ It's familiar, but... Yeah, no. She has great memory for recipes. Not so much for faces. ]

It's nice to meet you. [ Kind of, the conditions could be nicer. ] Do you think... They'll let us out?

[wouldntthatbe]

[He looks at her, knitting his eyebrows. He can't say yes and he can't say no, he needs another while to figure that out.]

... I don't know.

[howaverage]

[ She sighs in defeat and leans her head back, knitting her eyebrows, hands over her belly. God, she hopes Jules is all right. ]

[wouldntthatbe]

[The image of Emilia's partner eventually fades in, accompanied by a name and a few select moments the two have shared together. He waits a few good moments to make sure it doesn't sound too immediate before sitting on the floor, jacket sprawled behind him, arms resting on his folded legs.

Were you alone when they brought you?

[howaverage]

[ She watches him before looking back to the ceiling. She only looks back at him when he speaks again and frowns again, brushing her fingers over her lips in thought. ]

I hope so. I don't remember.

[wouldntthatbe]

[He nods softly and looks away, apparently contemplating again. His lips are pressed together with pinched eyebrows.]

Could there have been someone with you?

[howaverage]

[ She hesitates. She really doesn't want to think about Jules getting caught in this place and being separated fro her. ]

My-- My friend. We're roommates. [ Jules would probably be disappointed with the word "friend" and "roommates". ] I don't remember getting here.