<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 6th - 10:38 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Medical Bay (Computer Station)</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://lezwatchtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Alycia_Debnam_Carey-350x412.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Amber Jenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15293218#msg15293218)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured plus black booty shorts<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Working Away<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>-<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley | OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Amber couldn't remember the last time that she'd had a conversation with someone that lasted more than five minutes.  Usually by that point, she had managed to drive the person away and allowed herself to remain in peace.  But Marley hadn't accepted that and Amber had recognized that she couldn't really just shoo her away or she might risk her place here.  And while she wasn't particularly attached to the people here, she understood that she was much safer here than out in the world.  But even though she hadn't really liked the fact that she had been the focus of the conversation for the vast majority of it, a small part of her found that it liked being able to sit there and talk to someone.  Still, as she watched Marley start to move about the kitchen, cleaning up the items used in their late dinner, she knew that the talk was over and she did feel a sense of relief for that.<br/><br/><strong>"Never really worried about government to begin with,"</strong>she chuckled lightly,<strong>"Not like they could trace me in the traditional manner.  I was a ghost."</strong>She paused, not wanting to get too far into that since she didn't have the ability to do it any more.  Instead, she just found herself mentally trying not to think about the notion of talking to Eric on a more regular basis.  She was pretty sure she had seen him in the medical bay once or twice late at night, but they hadn't really acknowledged one another.  To her, it felt like a bit too much for her at the moment, but she had a feeling that Marley might conspire to make it happen one way or the other if she wasn't careful.  So she just nodded for now and was prepared for Marley to leave the kitchen without much more to say.  Though her last words really did mean something to the young woman.  It almost made it seem like Marley actually cared about how she felt and that was just something she didn't really know what to do with.<br/><br/>With the lingering memories of that one last smile, Amber sat at the table for a few minutes longer.  That hadn't been nearly as bad as she had feared it would be, but it had still made it clear that her current pattern of behavior wouldn't be acceptable.  She would have to change, as much as she didn't want to do so.  Sighing to herself, she looked around the room, her mind going in a million different directions.  But for right now, she decided that perhaps she should just go and lay down.  Even if she couldn't sleep, it would hopefully give Marley reason to think that she was listening to what the older woman was saying to her.  So she hopped out of the chair and would start to make her way towards her bedroom, mind still whirling as she went.....<br/><br/><div align="center">~~End Scene~~</div>