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Milliways is a perfect opportunity to regain things people have lost, whether because they don't exist on their world anymore, or because it's something someone of their age or station simply should not do. In Chell's case, the bright yellow box obscuring her face is a consequence of the former: Crayola simply doesn't exist in her world any more,

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[lichvell_r]

Oh.

Someone making art! Coming down from upstairs, Ravin spots Chell and moves over, carrying her own drawing pad.

[subject_lj_here]

Chell's concentration on her work is an odd sort; she's holding her head in a particular way, and there's a distant look in her eyes like she's not actually looking at the art at all, but something else.

(It's all in her head)

[lichvell_r]

If Ravin had ever saw herself in a mirror while drawing, she would recognize that expression.

Right now, she just watches the woman and the finished drawings that are visible.

[subject_lj_here]

They're absolutely perfect--too perfect--in every detail.

But while they're technically perfect, there's no expression, and the framing is a little off.

[a_mere_child]

Alyx lets out a low whistle. "Wow. You're a really good artist."

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Chell startles, and messes up her current one a little as she looks around for Alyx. "Oh! Alyx! I didn't see you." She smiles. "Hello."

[a_mere_child]

"Hi." Alyx looks a little sheepish. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..."

[subject_lj_here]

"It's alright! I was just... concentrating, was all." Her smile is reassuring. "Don't worry."