[She hears his answer in one ear. The rest of her attention, the considerable bulk of her focus has narrowed to a finite point as she Maureen has reached the dresser and picked up the framed photograph from it.
Three faces smile back at her. There she is—a younger version of herself, dressed in slim cigarette denim and a sweater rendered a soft blush color from the quality of the film stock. And there is a girl she doesn't recognize, squinting slightly into the sun. And here is the stranger she woke up next to, one arm around her and a hand on the girl's shoulder.
Maureen looks to Papyrus—the point of her attention skittering around his face, his flannel pajamas, his general bearing.
no subject
Three faces smile back at her. There she is—a younger version of herself, dressed in slim cigarette denim and a sweater rendered a soft blush color from the quality of the film stock. And there is a girl she doesn't recognize, squinting slightly into the sun. And here is the stranger she woke up next to, one arm around her and a hand on the girl's shoulder.
Maureen looks to Papyrus—the point of her attention skittering around his face, his flannel pajamas, his general bearing.
She sets the photograph down.]
You're not with the Resolute, are you?