[ He's giving her a reproachful lecture about safety, and all the while all she can do is stare at the handle and try not to retch. At least right now she's all cried out and isn't making a complete fool of herself in front of this stranger, just a slight fool from the way he's talking to her.
And really, when it comes down to it, does she? Want to save her life? Her impromptu cliff diving hadn't been successful. But waking up on this ship hardly felt like a second chance; more like fate mocking her. And what good would a tiny knife do against a proverbial lynch mob? Not much. Not any. ]
I just, I don't want that knife. Can't I have a different one?
[ And she casts a forlorn glance back over at her locker, which is only home to her dirty old earth clothes now. You get what you get, Charlotte. ]
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And really, when it comes down to it, does she? Want to save her life? Her impromptu cliff diving hadn't been successful. But waking up on this ship hardly felt like a second chance; more like fate mocking her. And what good would a tiny knife do against a proverbial lynch mob? Not much. Not any. ]
I just, I don't want that knife. Can't I have a different one?
[ And she casts a forlorn glance back over at her locker, which is only home to her dirty old earth clothes now. You get what you get, Charlotte. ]