Emily took a moment to realise what had just been said, before her hand dropped from her hair. Now she took on an expression of thought.
”So the first thing we need would be supplies. Spare parts, alloys, wiring and the like.”
Earhart. A place she had only heard rumours and stories about. Danger and thrill, curiosity and trepidation. That sounded like somewhere she would enjoy. At least for awhile. What struck her as odd, though, was the idea of possibly stripping and abandoning such a vessel. Sure, the Consortium had access to others, but the Dreamscape… it had been places. There was a history embedded in that hull, a past pressed into each and every curve. Emily may have not been around that long, but even she didn’t want to give that up.
”If it can’t be fixed, is there not another way to retrieve the Dreamscape? Maybe using our ships to help move her out rather than abandoning? I can’t bear the thought of that…”
She lets her sentence trail off, not really knowing what else to say. She acknowledges Karl as he enters, a nod in his direction while she thought.
