“Seon’yer, I know you can hear me,“ the person said again. Kira raised the face shield of her welding helmet as she looked in the direction of the speaker. A young girl who looked to be around the age of seven or eight waved madly at Kira from her crouch near the aft of the ship. The girl looked like one of those pretty dolls Kira never got to play with as a child. Her hair a white blond and her eyes a deep blue. She was dressed in a green jacket with gold buttons marching down the front. Her pants were a dark brown and tucked into cute calf-high boots. A teenage-looking boy stood next to her
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