What a sweet person Rain is. She reminds Carol of her daughters. She'd be dead inside of five minutes on Carol's homeworld, she thinks.
"Sorry," she says, mildly embarrassed, but not as much as she would have been before the world ended. Manners evolved with the times, so to speak, and usually drawing a gun on someone was an appropriate introduction. Carol was relearning her manners in Teleios, off and on, but evidently mostly off. "I'm Carol. But I like Sparrow." Worried Lady... sounds funny, actually, since most people would refer to Carol as something like scary. But again, that was back on Earth. In Teleios she softened substantially.
"I don't suppose you know anyone named Rick, or Daryl, or Glenn?" She doesn't look optimistic. But you never know. (The order there is not happenstance, the most important name sandwiched between two other nearly as important ones, as if to soften the blow.)
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"Sorry," she says, mildly embarrassed, but not as much as she would have been before the world ended. Manners evolved with the times, so to speak, and usually drawing a gun on someone was an appropriate introduction. Carol was relearning her manners in Teleios, off and on, but evidently mostly off. "I'm Carol. But I like Sparrow." Worried Lady... sounds funny, actually, since most people would refer to Carol as something like scary. But again, that was back on Earth. In Teleios she softened substantially.
"I don't suppose you know anyone named Rick, or Daryl, or Glenn?" She doesn't look optimistic. But you never know. (The order there is not happenstance, the most important name sandwiched between two other nearly as important ones, as if to soften the blow.)