[She laughs again, a tiny bit less hysterically this time, and tips her head back against the wall. If he's not moving, she's not. She could use the excuse to catch her breath.]
Storms.
[A brief, breathless curse. The next thing Jasnah pulls off are her space gloves, tucking them in the helmet, then sitting back again and closing her eyes, feeling her heartbeat finally start to slow.]
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Storms.
[A brief, breathless curse. The next thing Jasnah pulls off are her space gloves, tucking them in the helmet, then sitting back again and closing her eyes, feeling her heartbeat finally start to slow.]