"Earth? Sure." Kiera tries not to show how much that question disturbs her. She can't actually imagine anywhere where there is no Earth, and isn't sure she would want to.
The words another universe actually hit her some seconds after the other woman says them, and she swallows hard. It fits with what she'd been told before. Kiera knows about other timelines; why should alternate universes seem so strange?
She's going to have to process that later when she has time. A military counselor — not the holographic software one she has programmed into her CMR, but a real, flesh and blood one she was assigned after the war ended — told her once that the best thing to do when you've had a bad shock is to do normal things, like cooking or laundry, to keep the mind busy. The conversation she's having right now is just going to have to do.
Kiera doesn't take her eyes off of her conversation partner, and she notices that the younger woman seems nervous. She doesn't even need her tech to do it. She's been relying on her gut more and more lately, which she's just going to blame on Carlos. The girl's nervousness on its own doesn't really tell her anything, though, and so she puts the observation to the back of her mind for now. "But we don't have... any of this, either. Not like this."
The space program had crashed with the old economy, and aliens... well. Unlike in the Capitol, humans in Kiera's world mostly still look like humans. She can almost believe the blue people and the people with oddly-shaped ears and the people with fur are not human, because what the hell. With the kind of day she's starting to have, more weird shit would just be par for the course.
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The words another universe actually hit her some seconds after the other woman says them, and she swallows hard. It fits with what she'd been told before. Kiera knows about other timelines; why should alternate universes seem so strange?
She's going to have to process that later when she has time. A military counselor — not the holographic software one she has programmed into her CMR, but a real, flesh and blood one she was assigned after the war ended — told her once that the best thing to do when you've had a bad shock is to do normal things, like cooking or laundry, to keep the mind busy. The conversation she's having right now is just going to have to do.
Kiera doesn't take her eyes off of her conversation partner, and she notices that the younger woman seems nervous. She doesn't even need her tech to do it. She's been relying on her gut more and more lately, which she's just going to blame on Carlos. The girl's nervousness on its own doesn't really tell her anything, though, and so she puts the observation to the back of her mind for now. "But we don't have... any of this, either. Not like this."
The space program had crashed with the old economy, and aliens... well. Unlike in the Capitol, humans in Kiera's world mostly still look like humans. She can almost believe the blue people and the people with oddly-shaped ears and the people with fur are not human, because what the hell. With the kind of day she's starting to have, more weird shit would just be par for the course.