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A door opens, and Mal stalks in, running her fingers through dirty hair. Without opening her eyes, "I don't know. Pack what we've got. I can probably find more somewhere."

And then she trips over a chair and catches herself, blinking. "What - Milliways?"

She frowns briefly, then shrugs and heads upstairs.

***

Fifteen minutes later, she's back, in clean clothes and with wet hair, having just showered. Perches on a barstool and orders a coffee, staring into space.

Conversation would likely be a welcome distraction.