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Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in silverage,

Jaime made a slight noise of agreement or something like it. "Well, we did meet, and I can find other disowned children." She was pretty sure, anyway. Granted, the bulk of the pulls were going to be at an orphanage or something, but ... maybe not.

She nodded. "I couldn't imagine," she admitted. "Being projected through time, to a new place, with nothing to my name." Granted, she could find whatever she needed to survive, but that didn't mean it would be pleasant. Or that it was something she'd ever want to do.

"Could always be worse. You could be dead. Or crippled. Deaf. Missing limbs. Blind. Disfigured. At least you appear to be whole and functional, so you have to figure that's a plus, any way you look at it."

Jaime reached for her drink only to recall it was empty. Probably just as well; she didn't need to be drinking more tonight. Otherwise she'd wind up making Bad Decisions, and she really didn't need that.