She stops for a moment, staring at him. "Hundreds of-- But..." It doesn't seem even as big as Romdeau was, and that only held tens of thousands. She pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment. Hundreds of thousands. There's definitely no way they can keep track of everyone like that. Any way they have now is too inefficient, too sloppy.
But what he says next is even more alarming. Without oxygen, without any sort of way to keep the garden running, they could all be in a hell of a lot trouble. Goddammit. Where are the Proxies when you need them? Lurkers of their own domes, killers, saviors and gods... They could use one right about now. But that simply draws her mind back to the door, to the message.
It's not the first time she's seen cryptic and startling messages written somewhere for only a select few to find. This mystery is just as bad as her last and she worries how far the scales will tip this time...and if she really wants to pursue this truth.
She folds her arms across her chest and presses her thumb to her lips in thought. She says nothing for a long moment. "A third party that may or may not have been the cause for us even being here in the first place." The thought hasn't escaped her. "I don't like it. There's too many unknowns. Too many questions, not enough answers...and not enough places to find those answers without jeopardizing too many people." One wrong move on the crew's part and they could end up like the last set: gone.
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But what he says next is even more alarming. Without oxygen, without any sort of way to keep the garden running, they could all be in a hell of a lot trouble. Goddammit. Where are the Proxies when you need them? Lurkers of their own domes, killers, saviors and gods... They could use one right about now. But that simply draws her mind back to the door, to the message.
It's not the first time she's seen cryptic and startling messages written somewhere for only a select few to find. This mystery is just as bad as her last and she worries how far the scales will tip this time...and if she really wants to pursue this truth.
She folds her arms across her chest and presses her thumb to her lips in thought. She says nothing for a long moment. "A third party that may or may not have been the cause for us even being here in the first place." The thought hasn't escaped her. "I don't like it. There's too many unknowns. Too many questions, not enough answers...and not enough places to find those answers without jeopardizing too many people." One wrong move on the crew's part and they could end up like the last set: gone.