First floor garage, Tuesday evening

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Jaina wasn't so good with being bored, which was why she had a project. After a not-so-quick yet handwavey trip to the junkyard to see what she could scavenge, she set up shop (so to speak) in the garage, where she didn't have to worry about being messy or getting in Inara's way, and could take up as much room as she wanted while sticking lots of pieces of metal together.

Hard at work and yet distractable.

[*demands* Entertain me.]

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"Do you miss it?" she wondered. She was still checking out the Glider, but she could multitask by conversing at the same time.

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"I guess?"

He actually wasn't all that sure, and he felt the slightest bit guilty about that, which he tried to cover up by rubbing at a nonexistent spot on the Glider's bright red finish. "I miss Pyramid, and some stuff that doesn't exist here, but I've been gone for so long, it all feels . . ." He frowned. "I mean, well, this sounds kind of massively jerky, but my family. I feel like I should miss them more, but they seem . . . less real than all the stuff I've gone through here, now."

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"I can understand that. It's a little different," Jaina said, and winced. "I'm getting personal. Sorry about that."

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"Nah," Anders said, waving a hand casually. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

He did look troubled by what he'd said, though.