Ami's eyes met Scott's and while emotions spiraled maddeningly she had to remind herself that he was still a stranger to him. Maybe she knew him once, but for all intents and purposes those two people in her journal were far removed from here. Except that his smile and the way her lips curved up easily in response argued against that logic.
Forcing one foot in front of the other, Ami made her way to the table. She put the memories of some of the more . . . sensitive … passages out of her mind. There was an empty seat beside Scott, and she widened her gaze and her smile to include May and the curly red head with –
(Pointed ears.)
/Yeah, uh, don't stare. No one's commented on it,/ Scott's immediate reply told Ami that she hadn't been as quiet with the thought as she believed. "I made you a plate," Scott continued aloud as he pushed it in front of her.
"Thank you," Ami said sincerely. She smiled at the girl/woman who'd invited her, "I'll still do clean up to earn my breakfast, though."
She was hungrier than she thought. Ami had already shoveled two large forkfuls in her mouth when she realized that she was solely focused on her food and not the strangers around her. She was pretty certain that was rude on a number of levels. Ami tried to pull her attention to the conversation around her, but then she shifted and her leg brushed Scott's. That derailed any train of thought she might have had and she focused more intently on eating, albeit at a slower rate.
"You're eating, that's a good sign," Pointy Ears said. "Havin' an appetite is always a good indication of recovery.
Ami tried to recall her name, and failed. /Do you know her name?/ Ami prompted Scott.
/Molly,/ Scott informed her.
"Just needed a spot of rest is all," Ami said. The dubious looks she received and the slight waffle from Scott made her curious. She decided not to ask. /I found out some things,/ Ami 'told' Scott. /We were in an aeroplane wreck. All of us./
/What?!/ Scott's surprise and shock flowed into her. Amazingly, they both kept eating at the same pace without giving a sign that anything was amiss.
/I wanted to tell you first,/ Ami took another bite and looked around the table. "I, um, have a journal that I found. We're all the survivors of an aeroplane crash. That's why we're here."
Except that wasn't exactly true. They weren't *all* the survivors of the crash. Someone named Faith came on a private plane, and a pair by the name of *The Doctor* and Rose came in on some kind of ship that wasn't a boat at all, and she'd figured out who Ripley was from her encounter with the screaming girl earlier.
/We didn't all come in on the aeroplane,/ Ami added to Scott. /I'll tell you more later./
Including the parts she wasn't going to share with the room at large – the unbelievable parts about Smoke Monsters and psychic Neanderthals.
[Ami]
Forcing one foot in front of the other, Ami made her way to the table. She put the memories of some of the more . . . sensitive … passages out of her mind. There was an empty seat beside Scott, and she widened her gaze and her smile to include May and the curly red head with –
(Pointed ears.)
/Yeah, uh, don't stare. No one's commented on it,/ Scott's immediate reply told Ami that she hadn't been as quiet with the thought as she believed. "I made you a plate," Scott continued aloud as he pushed it in front of her.
"Thank you," Ami said sincerely. She smiled at the girl/woman who'd invited her, "I'll still do clean up to earn my breakfast, though."
She was hungrier than she thought. Ami had already shoveled two large forkfuls in her mouth when she realized that she was solely focused on her food and not the strangers around her. She was pretty certain that was rude on a number of levels. Ami tried to pull her attention to the conversation around her, but then she shifted and her leg brushed Scott's. That derailed any train of thought she might have had and she focused more intently on eating, albeit at a slower rate.
"You're eating, that's a good sign," Pointy Ears said. "Havin' an appetite is always a good indication of recovery.
Ami tried to recall her name, and failed. /Do you know her name?/ Ami prompted Scott.
/Molly,/ Scott informed her.
"Just needed a spot of rest is all," Ami said. The dubious looks she received and the slight waffle from Scott made her curious. She decided not to ask. /I found out some things,/ Ami 'told' Scott. /We were in an aeroplane wreck. All of us./
/What?!/ Scott's surprise and shock flowed into her. Amazingly, they both kept eating at the same pace without giving a sign that anything was amiss.
/I wanted to tell you first,/ Ami took another bite and looked around the table. "I, um, have a journal that I found. We're all the survivors of an aeroplane crash. That's why we're here."
Except that wasn't exactly true. They weren't *all* the survivors of the crash. Someone named Faith came on a private plane, and a pair by the name of *The Doctor* and Rose came in on some kind of ship that wasn't a boat at all, and she'd figured out who Ripley was from her encounter with the screaming girl earlier.
/We didn't all come in on the aeroplane,/ Ami added to Scott. /I'll tell you more later./
Including the parts she wasn't going to share with the room at large – the unbelievable parts about Smoke Monsters and psychic Neanderthals.