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Saw another memory.

[Sam's voice is solemn, befitting the situation, but he hardly sounds thrown off by all this; he's unbearably used to visions by now anyway. This? This is similar enough. The added weight of feelings and thoughts make it heavier, and it's in the past instead of the near future, but it's still close enough.]

A woman someone called Biswas let a bunch of people out — experiments...? Test subjects used to try and... I guess mess with their DNA, make them better suited for to colonization. They all had numbers; she'd listen to them when she worked, sometimes, when they'd scream or cry for help. [He runs a hand over his face, exhausted suddenly by the thought.] She let them out, and 'Stephen' killed her. At least, I think he did; there was a gunshot, but...

[That's kind of where it ended.

His voice softens a bit, something cold sitting in the pit of his stomach.]

Anyone know anything about these people?

Worse off, do you think the numbers they had are like the numbers we had?

Are we —

[He stops himself, frowning. Eventually, he just shakes his head.]

... I need to go for a walk. Keep me updated if you guys find anything interesting. I'll tell you what I can about what I saw in detail, if I can.

[And that's exactly what he does. Keeping an eye on the comms, of course, but also visiting the usual places: drink at the bar, resting with something to read in the gardens. Usually he likes the solitude — or maybe is just too screwy in the head right now to want company — but after seeing things like this... hard to want to be alone. He goes to the bar, to the library. He even combs over said library again, in vain. Like there'd be something new there.

Something about all this makes him too uneasy. Like something's going to happen. Not just the usual 'happen', either.

He plops down and reads in the garden. Reads a downloaded, crappy story that was clearly half-assedly based on earth. Something about it being taken over and humanity being enslaved, or something. Very H.G. Wells, but with absolutely no accurate readings of earth, like an alien race guessed what the place was like. Funny how none of this makes him feel too much better.]

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[Hey, she'll take that grin in victory, because she put it there, and it suits him. Good things have to be celebrated, right?

Ruby's... not quite as good at being punctual, but hey, in her defense, she prepared the food. Granny's recipe, and she thinks she did it justice. And she's been waiting tables for ages, so she serves with style and ease - can't hurt to show off a little.]

Your order, love. Grilled cheese with a side of nostalgia. I accept payment in appetite, and tips in smiles.

[Sam's confident, but he can't help but feel a little flustered — because come on, it's a pretty girl serving him food like he's a kid (grilled cheese, man), and that alone makes him think maybe Dean'll revoke his Man Card, or whatever the hell he'd go and name it.

But this is nice. Greasier than he usually eats, but then, everything is greasier than salads and fruits; he's a bit health nerd like that. It also doesn't help that he used to have dinners consisting of beef jerky and Funyans.]

None for you? Wouldn't want to stuff my face by myself in front of company.

[He better not ask Ruby how she likes her pancakes, because she'd tell him that the dinerserves them with a side of bacon and salad, and she prefers to get the syrup over everything.

But points in her favor: Her diet isn't quite as horrid as Dean's.]

Didn't want to wander around the ship with both hands full, honestly. I'm a good waitress, but a space station seems like just the place where I'd start dropping things.

[Instead she brandishes a second set of cutlery with a grin.]

[That earns a small increase in smilage, thank you.]

Guess so. With the stuff that usually goes on around here, it's good to be prepared for anything at any time.

See, and that's why Granny kept a shotgun under the counter.

[Ruby grins broadly. This is nice. Talking to Sam is easy and enjoyable, makes Ruby feel like she doesn't have to pretend much for his sake.]

I try to take after her, but those are big, grumpy shoes to fill.

[Snort.]

Your granny sounds a lot like my dad.

[Which hurts a bit. Leaves a pang in his chest, because it's not that long ago that he learned his father will be dying in his world. And that, when you come right down to it, Sam could have stopped it all from happening if he weren't such a failure at bitching and driving at the same time.

Dammit.]

[Her hand lands on his to offer a small squeeze. Ah... parent issues. Those she knows, and it shows in her eyes. Ruby knows better than to offer empty platitudes to 'comfort' him. No idea about her father, who he is or what became of him, but her mother...

Ruby knows about an absent parents.

She also knows about killing that parent just after finding them again.]

C'mon. Dig in, hm? You really don't have to grow any taller, but it's best while fresh. You can talk while you eat, if you wanna, I'm used to worse manners.

[Not really brushing the topic aside, but giving him an out and offering him an ear at the same time.]

[He blinks up, hand flinching faintly under hers.

Having that kind of focus on him has always been a strange thing. It's not entirely uncommon — the time following Jess' death, there had been a lot of friends with a lot of condolences, and even as a kid a lot of wayward people had taken pity on him for how shitty his life sometimes was as a kid. But it's still not something he's used to, something he's not 100% comfortable with.

It's still a kind gesture, though.]

That's mostly my brother's eating habits, but I appreciate the go-ahead.

[He starts to eat, smiling a little.]

This is pretty good. Better than the usual drive-thru meals for sure.

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