[She knew that voice. She knew it as she neatly sidestepped to avoid a collision, knew it as she turned, the annoyance hidden from her face but present in her anyway, slow to suppress. When she faced him head on, though, she found herself doubting her conviction, if only for a moment.
She knew his voice, but she knew it to be colder, gruffer. And she knew his face, but she knew it with an ugly radiation scar along the right half of his face. For just that moment, she wondered if it was possible that it all had been a dream.
But no. She wouldn't fall into the trap yet. Whatever recognition had shown in her face when she froze was gone a blink later, and she inclined her head.]
No harm was done. [Human phrases that weren't quite right, those were the story of her life.]
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She knew his voice, but she knew it to be colder, gruffer. And she knew his face, but she knew it with an ugly radiation scar along the right half of his face. For just that moment, she wondered if it was possible that it all had been a dream.
But no. She wouldn't fall into the trap yet. Whatever recognition had shown in her face when she froze was gone a blink later, and she inclined her head.]
No harm was done. [Human phrases that weren't quite right, those were the story of her life.]