[Bela is still recovering from being tossed out of the pod, dizzy and nauseous, when she feels a hand grasping her shoulder. She turns around to see who it was, pulling away from the stranger, her face like thunder. But then she stops, realising that he must be new.]
You're on the Tranquility. It's a ship. [Her gaze flicks to his hand.] Now, if you wouldn't mind.
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You're on the Tranquility. It's a ship. [Her gaze flicks to his hand.] Now, if you wouldn't mind.