SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Bazza]

Evangeline shut the lid on the brownish container adorning the flank of her little ship, then strolled around to the identical pod on the other side.

No, my name is Henna Onna. According to someone I know, anyway. What it means is anyone's guess.

She unlocked and opened the pod, revealing its' contents clearly. Eva stares at the stuff before her and, without saying anything or even offering a change in facial expression, quickly closes the lid a moment later, without retrieving anything.

During the brief period of exposure, the form of something one would swear to be a furry, black tail could be observed amongst some other suspicious fabric objects coloured in alternating black and hot pink.

Do I know what I'm doing?

The woman turns to face Scratch and cocks her head to one side, as if divulging her customers' words.

Do I look like someone who knows what they're doing?

Evangeline stares at Scratch with a straight, matter-of-fact tone; her torn jeans and oil-stained camisole offering no illusion of profession; in one hand is what seems like a package of assorted cable ties.

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