[Caitlyn searches around the driver's area until she finds a slot to put the key in, and the engine grumbles to life. There are also an awful lot of little symbols lit up behind the steering wheel, which all blink off after a moment except one that appears to be a little person with a strap over its chest and waist. What does that mean, she wonders.
She looks sympathetically over her shoulder to Rue, what they're describing all too familiar.]
I hated it. Even as a child. I never want to live that sort of life. And I'm glad you're out of it.
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She looks sympathetically over her shoulder to Rue, what they're describing all too familiar.]
I hated it. Even as a child. I never want to live that sort of life. And I'm glad you're out of it.