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[makesbettermouth]

Amy is starving and busy, and both states have combined to make her one grouchy person.

You can find her trying to organize a pink folder filled with practical pictures that look like Polaroids (Thank you, replicator) in between bites of an enormous bmlt.

If you ask nicely she might share her cheese fries.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Kate looks sympathetic.

"Miss Kate Barlow."

She holds out her hand, forgoing any mention of her moniker—Kissin' Kate Barlow—or anything else that'd give her away as an outlaw. She smiles, just as sweet as pie.

"S'a pleasure t'make your acquaintance, Miss Santiago. You ain't got nothin' to fear from me here."

And, she hopes, the same can be said in return.

"What d'you think you'll tell people when you get back home? About the ship, that is."

She points at Amy's stack of Polaroids. She imagines half the reason for taking them is to have some sorta proof to carry back home with her.

[makesbettermouth]

"Nice to meet you, Kate," she says. And it's definitely true in the opposing direction; Amy doesn't even have authority to own a blaster here - which she wishes she did, because they're freaking neat.

She considers that question for a second. "Lie a lot," she admits. "I'll probably say it was a convention or something like that. I might tell one guy the truth. But just him, and only if he promises not to make fun of me." Out of curiosity, she asks, "what about you?"