<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>Although Miranda did her best to give Wade and Amy a smile, it wasn't very convincing.  "I'm okay," she unconvincingly lied, her eyes trailing down a bit from their faces...until she saw their wet breasts.  Growing a little scarlet in the cheeks, her eyes snapped back up to make eye contact once more as she followed along with them.<br/><br/>Wade's comment, however, confused her a little.  "You like not knowing?" she repeated.  Miranda wasn't really sure how she felt on that.  There was some peace in knowing, not having the shock come, being able to say goodbye and all such.  However, it was also horrifying, and certainly it muted the last few good times one could have.  "Maybe.  I don't know..."<br/><br/>At least she was starting to make friends.  A lot of people back home stopped talking to her once they found out.  She never did find out why, but maybe here, people just had more grit under their nails and didn't care about the less important things in life.  That was a good talent to pick up...right?<br/><br/>Was that really her, though?  Was that who she wanted to be?<br/><br/>"They don't really shave your head, do they?  I really like my hair..."  The question was blurted out pretty much unbidden, as if she had too many terrors going through her mind and one just slipped out of her mind and through her voice as she fought to keep them all under control.