Acorna isn't sure what to make of this. She looks around the sorting room - strange and austere, but even without the purifying effect of her horn, the air is clean and safe if a little musty, and she doesn't see any immediate danger - and turns back to the door she came in through, which looks nothing like any hatch ever installed on the Condor.
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"What in the hell are you?" she asked in her ruined voice, deciding to get that out of the way first and foremost.
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Ah, Aigis, thanks for the obvious.
"A healer is useful in battle."
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"Where's that sound? Where's that sound coming from? UTAHRAPTOR IS THAT YOU" he demanded, sans necessary punctuation.
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"I'm sorry, it's not. My name is Acorna," she said.
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"Whoa, another not-so-tiny woman!" T-Rex had not yet figured out that something was making him smaller so he could fit inside buildings. Rather, he assumed all the women, cars, and houses he might see were smaller than the ones he usually stomped. "And another one who has a name!"
Most tiny women didn't seem to have names or identifying details.
"So why are you named after a tree seed?" T-Rex wanted to know.
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The Hat paused for a moment and then added urgently, "No, no, answer this: WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE PULLED OFF WITHOUT RIPPING EVERY SINGLE FIBER FROM MY SURFACE? No matter how I pull -- quickly, slowly...it doesn't matter, it stings like a Doxie bite EVERY TIME!"
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