[Karen's been hanging out alone in the observation deck a lot lately. The newness of space has worn out and she's just left feeling lost and insignificantly small. Staring out at the stars doesn't help the feeling, but the general sense of apathy that's settled in makes her not particularly care about going somewhere else. Nearby, a man is recording a message to the network and she watches him with mild interest. He must be new here.
Feeling obligated to try and help him, she pushes herself to stand and makes her way over.]
I'm not sure I like it very much either.
[Her eyes glance down to her magboots. She's starting to hate them more than anything. They're uglier than the jumpsuits.]
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Feeling obligated to try and help him, she pushes herself to stand and makes her way over.]
I'm not sure I like it very much either.
[Her eyes glance down to her magboots. She's starting to hate them more than anything. They're uglier than the jumpsuits.]
How long have you been here?