Yeah. You're new, right? [Joan finally sees the image on the pamphlet, but she can't manage to throw it away. Hating how fucking transparent this will look, she folds it and shoves it into the bag slung around her shoulder.] First few weeks are the worst part.
[I would have loved it if somebody looked out for me. She can't bring herself to say it. She thrusts out her hand again, open for a shake.] I'm Joan. You're from Earth, right?
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[I would have loved it if somebody looked out for me. She can't bring herself to say it. She thrusts out her hand again, open for a shake.] I'm Joan. You're from Earth, right?