[ It should feel like an intrusion, maybe, watching as Allison and Lydia cling to each other in the wake of their fear. Ripley doesn't move away or avert her eyes, though; if anything, it seems more like some sort of reward. An affirmation — and a reminder of what she's lost, the memory of Newt's thin arms wrapped around her neck.
She's drawn away from the thought by Allison's thanks, answering it with a short nod. ] We should keep moving. There are more of them out there.
[ There are rooms that are secure; the open hallways, not so much. But the suggestion's patient, and she doesn't move to rush them forward. ]
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She's drawn away from the thought by Allison's thanks, answering it with a short nod. ] We should keep moving. There are more of them out there.
[ There are rooms that are secure; the open hallways, not so much. But the suggestion's patient, and she doesn't move to rush them forward. ]