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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"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.