Helen watched the ceiling of the elevator. Her fingers drummed on the daily roster in her hands as she waited for her destined floor. Things had certainly taken a turn for the worst as of late. Having clinically died and returned thanks to Will's brilliant plan in the submarine was something she never wanted to relive. Now she understood what had
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Finch was still trying to understand this strange 'tablet' device, but had gotten the hang of it enough to be able to communicate. He was still trying to get used to utilizing it for navigational purposes. Having taken up residence in one of the empty flats in the Sanctuary, Finch happened to be wandering past when the young woman appeared.
"I just got here myself, not a day ago. This place is called Taxon," Finch offered, not feeling at all helpful. It was just a basic recitation of facts, the same thing he had been told when he'd arrived. But he could do his best to be friendly, at least.
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"Seems that we have a commonality then." She offered. "Though it also seems that several people here are helpful and willing to help."
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"Eric Finch," he offered his hand. "Where are you from?"
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Helen wasn't in front of the tablet. It was set to the side on a table behind her as she prepared dinner. The tablet was a very useful device but it wasn't needed to cook.
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She turned and picked up the tablet, placing it on the counter with a smile. Though she returned her attention to dicing the vegetables in front of her as their conversation continued.
"Do you have something wrong against abnormalities?"
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