Nerys personally doesn't have much stuff here yet--it took her over a year to start collecting anything more than a bag of personal things on the station. Here, if she's being honest with herself, half of her expects either a shuttlecraft to turn up or Q to poof out of thin air and say it was all an elaborate game.
It's been one hell of a long elaborate game.
She's taking a nap in the heat of noon, trying to save her energy for later, when there's shouting somewhere else in the village. It's not angry shouting, but the kind that denotes panic, and Nerys is on her feet before she knows it, and out the door in a few seconds more. It doesn't take long for her to pinpoint where it's all coming from, particularly when she discovers she's starting to walk through a thick slide of mud and silty water.
As ever, Nerys thinks to herself, she's rushed into something without checking it out first--but when she sees the two figures rushing into and out of the flooded house, she pushes forward. "Hey," she shouts. "Hey, let me give you a hand with that."
Helping out
It's been one hell of a long elaborate game.
She's taking a nap in the heat of noon, trying to save her energy for later, when there's shouting somewhere else in the village. It's not angry shouting, but the kind that denotes panic, and Nerys is on her feet before she knows it, and out the door in a few seconds more. It doesn't take long for her to pinpoint where it's all coming from, particularly when she discovers she's starting to walk through a thick slide of mud and silty water.
As ever, Nerys thinks to herself, she's rushed into something without checking it out first--but when she sees the two figures rushing into and out of the flooded house, she pushes forward. "Hey," she shouts. "Hey, let me give you a hand with that."