Daine lets out a quiet snort at the suggestion. Even if the president wanted her help, she can't say she owes much in the way of fealty to someone who approved Romac and their methods.
Looking down at her pants, she sighs and begins half-heartedly trying to squeeze at least a little of the surplus water out of the fabric. It's a lost cause, but at least the subject shift is a welcome distraction.
"They'd like that," Daine says with a nod. Of course, they wouldn't appreciate being tossed back out into the cold if no one adopts them. It won't come to that, she decides. Surely there's work they could do for the rebels, enough to justify their presence. They could help guard the place, or catch rats, or something.
Climbing to her feet, Daine gives each of her feet a little shake. It doesn't do much for her overall dampness, and the light breeze that had been pleasant ten minutes ago is a bit chilling, now. She shivers and heads back up the dock, looking for a sunny spot that's out of the wind.
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Looking down at her pants, she sighs and begins half-heartedly trying to squeeze at least a little of the surplus water out of the fabric. It's a lost cause, but at least the subject shift is a welcome distraction.
"They'd like that," Daine says with a nod. Of course, they wouldn't appreciate being tossed back out into the cold if no one adopts them. It won't come to that, she decides. Surely there's work they could do for the rebels, enough to justify their presence. They could help guard the place, or catch rats, or something.
Climbing to her feet, Daine gives each of her feet a little shake. It doesn't do much for her overall dampness, and the light breeze that had been pleasant ten minutes ago is a bit chilling, now. She shivers and heads back up the dock, looking for a sunny spot that's out of the wind.