Rose lifts up her tiny whiteboard in Jack's direction, her handwriting neat. She has taken to carrying it around with her everywhere, deciding it's easier than playing charades with those who do not know her language. She doesn't know that he died, only that he is now soaked to the bone, and there is a clothing store near by she can take him to.
He won't even have to pay. She comes from a world where capitalism and free trade are the bastion of all things, so this is slightly strange to her, okay.
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Rose lifts up her tiny whiteboard in Jack's direction, her handwriting neat. She has taken to carrying it around with her everywhere, deciding it's easier than playing charades with those who do not know her language. She doesn't know that he died, only that he is now soaked to the bone, and there is a clothing store near by she can take him to.
He won't even have to pay. She comes from a world where capitalism and free trade are the bastion of all things, so this is slightly strange to her, okay.