In Milliways there are lots of tables. This one? This one right here? Has a person under it.
A small person, of the female persuasion. Dark hair, hazel eyes, skin pale more from lack of sun than anything else (her mother's Hispanic heritage calls for olive skin, but she's never been outside except for here), wearing a sleeveless tunic and shorts that clearly haven't been bought in a store. Bare feet. She is maybe eight, give or take.
She's also surveying the Bar from her position under the table with a distinctly sceptical expression.
Milliways, Liv is convinced, does not make Scientific Sense.
*Liv Chacon is from a fic!verse of mine - she's Trudy and Norm's daughter, but a Trudy who is not related to the one in Milliways at all. If nothing else, this Trudy is a Captain *g*