There's no place like home.... or not

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Paige orbed into the middle of Ten Forward. She was just about to orb a weapon into her hand when she froze, her eyes wide and her hand outstretched.

This was not P3, and it was definitely not the manner.

"You have got to be kidding me," She muttered, as she made her way to the bar. "I thought we were done fighting things. So not fair."

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[hasopinions]

"You've never seen a Ferengi before." She's been here long enough that that isn't even a question. So few people had. "I'm as real as you are and here for the same reason."

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"I haven't.... what is a Ferengi?" She asked, genuinely curious. She wasn't trying to be rude or anything.

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"We're from this universe, native to Ferenginar." Something important to clear up, with the people here. "Galactic traders, for the most part." THat was changing, but there was no removing commerce from the Ferengi culture. It would always be the centre.

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Paige mulled over her words. "Dumb question, but how far away are we from your home?"

I spent far too much time trying to find this. Also Granny isn't a Ferengi.

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"A hundred lightyears or so. Not too far to travel, but I'm not keen to go there in this time." For one thing, she was quite enjoying her clothing and people had resisted it a lot more in this time.