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Bree’s vision swims. She's on the ground, her cheek on the cold stone of Mission Command.
A groan escapes her as she tries to push herself up, only for her cheek to hit the ground again.
“Bree!”
Another groan comes from her, and then she feels someone grabbing her arm. She lets herself be dragged off the floor, and she blinks dazedly at the sight that meets her.
Has Skylar always been so pretty?
She leans her head on the alien's shoulder, and it sounds like Skylar's apologizing, but all Bree can concentrate on is how pretty she is.
So she interrupts her, her voice lilting a bit. “You're pretty…”
Skylar stops short, looking down at her girlfriend. “I really did hit you hard.”