Re: [Recovery: Marta & Hannah]
Hannah's bar for good was really, really low. Maybe that was due to Marcus, and maybe it was due to her mom, loving and caring and so crazy in the end, and the fact that her mom had tried to kill her when she was six. Her idea of what was okay, it was pretty skewed, and she only realized it when someone else pointed it out. Like Si, trying to tell her to let him know if her ex spoke poorly to her, and she'd realized that his idea of okay wasn't the same as hers. But she really, really hoped that Marta's Seven was the right kind of good, the good kind of good.
She, Hannah, wasn't stunning, not like Mars, and not striking like Destiny, and not pretty, not like the girl sitting beside her. She was normal, average, and she knew that. She was okay with it, and she was confident, and she didn't mind the mirror. But she also knew beauty when she saw it, and it never occurred to her that Marta didn't see that same beauty in the looking glass. She didn't understand, too, that Marta was associating Si's type with train wrecks, and there wasn't anything for her to warn Si about. She sat there, thinking they understood each other and completely unaware that they didn't.
But she did expect repeated interactions. This conversation hadn't dissuaded her of the notion that Si and Marta liked each other, and she kind of wondered where that would leave Destiny, but she mostly didn't want to think. She was just saying words as they came to her, and she wasn't letting any of it sit in her mind very long at all.
And then Marta motioned to the flowers through the windows, and Hannah focused and sat forward, lifting the camera and looking through the lens in order to snap a picture. Then, she turned it a little so she could catch Marta's profile. "I'll show Si," she said, and then she curled up comfortably again and read the tablet screen and the description of Seven. And it kind of made sense that Marta liked Si, because Si and Seven sounded really similar. "He sounds handsome," she agreed.