[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=b71d5d]Andy[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=b71d5d]Location:[/color][/b] The ship [/center]
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Andy listened to Alannah's explanation and was thankful, sort of. She had no idea what half the things she listed where, and had reached her limit for asking questions. She wanted to slink away and disappear. Thankfully she was given the option when they were told to pick their rooms. She followed Arthur and picked one near his room. 

Upon entering she shut the door and hung her bag off the end of the bed, then pulled off her shoes and climbed up onto the bed. Andy took a deep breath and examined the room from her perch. It wasn't anything special, but she had seen worse rooms in her time as a foster kid. She pulled her legs up so she sat with her arms wrapped around her knees. Andy didn't cry. There weren't many tears left. 

She could hear the others talking and opening and closing doors and that was okay. It was comforting. She didn't know everyone on the ship, that wasn't okay. It made her nervous. At least Arthur was near, and her brother. Even if he was talking to one of the new people. Andy hadn't spoken to either of them yet. She was avoiding them if she was honest with herself. Andy knew it wasn't their fault, but maybe, just maybe if they hadn't come Ash would still be alive. How much could one person's death change her?