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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Shannon made another face at the idea that they all smelled badly could possibly be any comfort at all, cold or otherwise, but he probably wasn't wrong, really. If they all reeked, then at least they wouldn't smell each other; they'd have adjusted to the smell. At least until people started taking showers. Oh man, if she took a shower and Sam didn't, would she still be accustomed to the smell or would he suddenly be repulsive? She didn't like to think about that. At all. "Yeah, you actually get used to it, though, even if you never really like it," she pointed out, knowing from her own experience on the Island that no matter how much she hated being dirty, she'd adjusted anyway.

A sympathetic smile was sent in Domeki's direction when he simultaneously nodded his understanding and winced at the idea. Water that cold felt like a thousand hot knives stabbing you until you came back out again. She hated the idea that he'd have to suffer it, but at the same time, she felt a bit better that she'd given him forewarning. "Kaylee's trying to build a water heater, though," she piped up hopefully. "Dunno if she'll actually pull it off or if she does, when it'll be done, but I know she's trying..." She didn't know if that would be a consolation or not, but it was worth a try.

Not this different, though...at least I fucking hope not, Shannon thought but didn't say. Instead, she nodded. She'd maybe fill him in on the details another time, but she didn't necessarily want to come down off her happiness high to think about it long enough to do so right then and there. "Really?" she asked, taken a bit by surprise when he'd said that his parents had also both died. "Mine too," she offered and then felt almost inappropriate given the timing when she smiled. "Yeah...that will be nice. To have an honorary sibling to look after. Or help look after, I mean," she mused with a fond smile.

Shannon laughed and shook her head. "No, normally I'd rather die than be caught in a get up like this, believe me," she insisted with a grin. "Oh man," she added, wrinkling her nose. "Do me a big, huge favor, and try really hard to forget," she giggled. Because, really, she could think of nothing worse - narcissistic of her, really, but never mind that - for him to have as a mental picture of her. Honorary sibling or not, he was still a guy and she still preferred to keep a specific air about her that the dress was completely contradicting.

"Yeah, what, you've never heard that?" Shannon asked, laughing again. "I will, too. These fucking sirens are gonna give me a headache for real if they don't stop soon," she added with a little more bitterness intermingled with the leftover amusement at Domeki's response to her phrase. "Oh man, coffee...mmm..." she said, closing her eyes and trying to remember what her usual Tazo Chai Frappuccino tasted like. "I'd kill for coffee..." she murmured as she opened her eyes again.