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hmm let's see which icons i have. also i'm rusty as fuq so deal w/it

[nailknots]

Could be a hell of a lot worse. [ the casual agreement comes from off to his eight-o'-clock, where andrea's wrapped in a towel and following the number on her arm to the locker it matches. looks like she's just a couple down from shane - she glances to the number and then the locker to confirm, then swipes her forearm experimentally over the lock like she's seen a half-dozen others do with their own lockers. it pops open, and as she collects her clothes she turns her eyes on shane again. ]

Think this makes us astronauts? [ it's dry, because 'astronaut' is basically the farthest from anything either of them ever thought they'd be back in georgia. ]

[lambasting]

Never wanted to be a damn astronaut as a kid... Don't wanna be one now, but I guess I don't got a choice.

[ Shane is mostly clothed at this point - minus his shirt and boots - so he grabs the two guns from his locker to go join Andrea. He's thankful she's here, thankful for at least one familiar face, but god that towel is distracting. He takes a seat on the bench in front of the row of lockers, turning his attention to the pistol in his hand rather than the towel-wrapped woman standing in front of him. ]

Put your damn clothes on.

[nailknots]

[ she never really wanted to be one either, but it's one of those lofty goals so many kids aim for - and here they are, schlepping around in chemical-flavored jello on what she's gathered so far is a ship the size of a city traveling light-years through space, entirely involuntarily i might add.

that last comment earns him a dry sort of look, and: ] I think that's a first. [ not that she isn't getting dressed, because she is. was even before he said anything, in fact, managing with little trouble to get her clothes on without flashing the rest of the room's occupants. under her clothes, they left her own gun, which she holds between her knees as she buttons up her pants and rakes her hair back out of her face with her fingers. ]