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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

Saturday morning, an elderly teal and white RV pulled into the dropoff lane outside the airport and disgorged a lanky teenaged boy and his bags onto the pavement, the driver asking him as he went if he had his laptop, migraine medication, and assorted other essentials. "Now get going and make some friends," she told him. "I've got a consult to get to in Virginia."

"I love you, Grandma," he said, and closed the door of the RV. As Xylda peeled out on her way to, he assumed, her next mark, Manfred headed into the airport, stopping off at Starbucks for a caffeine infusion before following airport employees' instructions until he found the right room. He was apparently the first one here, but he knew it was the right place because of the incredibly glittery banner.

High school, here he came.

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And here Astrid thought that Armor Girl had an interesting look. She wouldn't be coming near, but she would be stealing plenty of glances up from her sketchbook as she tried to recreate the other girl's image.

Definitely made her Albino nickname and her first roommate's scar tattoos laughable, that was for sure.

"What are you looking at?" Space-Prison rules made you a suspicious person.

Honestly, James T and Montgomery Scotty should have explained this all to her better.

For a brief moment, Astrid thought about just pretending like she hadn't heard the other girl, but that usually just made them mad and come over and make sure that you heard them the second time. So she shook her head a little, shrugged a shoulder, and said, "Just looking."

And drawing. But with this one, she was definitely going to very slowly, hopefully subtly, flipped the page over to a blank one and hope she didn't notice.

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Awww, they were both livin' by prison rules.

"At me?" she asked, frowning in confusion. "Why?"

Look, she'd gone from a planet inhabited by people who lured ships in to eat the energy of the crews and then on Yorktown. Both were pretty full of alien races.

Well, inner city middle school rules, but, hey, close enough, right?

But the question did get a bit of a confused look. Astrid would never understand why people went out and got crazy tattoos and spiked their colored hair and wore clothes that seemed to beg for attention and then they seemed surprised when they got attention.

And since she didn't think she could lie convincingly and just tell the girl that she had spinach in her teeth or something, she decided the best thing would be to honest.

"You have a very interesting look," she said, with an undercurrent to it that she hoped made it clear that, if anyone looked at Astrid, and then looked at this girl, they could clearly see they were very, very different.

Jaylah looked down at her clothing and frowned. Maybe she should have allowed them to purchase her more clothing to fit in.

"Interesting," she repeated. "Is that good?"

"Depends on who you ask, I guess," Astrid said, after a moment, and she shrugged again.

"I like it," she offered, "for what it's worth."

But of course she'd say that.

She smoothed her outfit out with her hands, trying to decide what that might be worth and not finding much to measure it up against. "I would not know," she admitted after a moment. "I was not told as such by anyone else."

"Well," Astrid said after her own moment, realizing she shouldn't be surprised that this girl seemed to act unlike anyone else she'd ever met before, "you like it, don't you? I doesn't really matter what someone like me thinks."

"It is practical." Which was super important. She took a moment to consider that advice before deeming it worth listening to. "But you are correct."

Figures; someone acknowledges that she's correct...when it involves disparaging herself.

"What's your name?" Astrid asked.

She made a bad decision in being self-deprecating around Jaylah.

"Jaylah," she said, jerking her chin up in a little greeting. "What is your name?"

"Astrid," she nodded back. "Nice to meet you, I guess."

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