[Fuzzy]
Julia hadn't meant to let anyone figure out the way she worked. Her fingertips buzzed and crackled, static-heavy as she slammed the trailer-door home. She'd resurrected and killed the same pitiful computer over and over until she knew its circuits better than she knew her own body, and maybe the generator would knock out some of the tingle. The girl - woman, but 'girl' fit better on the flat of Julia's tongue, girl took up less space than woman and Julia was only occasionally woman herself in the mental landscape of her own head - needed something to go her way, that much had been clear.
She didn't wear silk today. The snakeskin of the city was tossed in the back of the trailer and she wore cheap denim and flowers as she peeled out of the dim cavern of the trailer into the wet heat outside. The forest was cooler than town. It was dimmer, too, like the lights had been turned low instead of pounding through her head. She remembered the place because she remembered the feel of the generator, the low thunk deep in her belly as it rolled over, coughed and gave in.
She didn't carry tools. Julia didn't have any to carry, she came with the hair sticking sweaty to the back of her neck and saw the outline of Leena long before she'd gotten close enough to see the scars. And yeah, she noticed. Brief and quick look to take the measure of old ones, whited out through age. She noticed, but she didn't notice anything fresh, no finger-print outlines or the rasp-red of fresh hurt.
"Baby, you gotta buy a new one," she said, in greeting, squatting to look at the generator. The thing was way dead, but that didn't mean anything, and Julia squinted into the sun to look at Leena. "How long did it run for?" She wanted to know: she wanted to know her own limits.