[Peach] Novius extras

INT. C.A.B.S.
Cobain crouched on the floor. 
Mercury straightens. Takes a breath. Her eyes rake over Cobain. She walks away. The only sound is the hum of the ship and fading footsteps. 
Quinn sits back. Gaze to the floor.

COBAIN 
...what if you stayed...

Pause. 

COBAIN
Oh to see you again...

She shuts the toolbox. 

COBAIN
Go home, no one's here. Make dinner. 

Talking to herself. To the pipes. 

Oil crackles in the pan. 
Noise from the TV fills the small space.
Freshly showered. In pajamas. 
Christmas lights draped across a wall. Red, green, blue.

 
This is her home [EMBLER'S]
This is hers [EMBLER'S]
This is mine. [EMBLER'S]

Quinn thinks about her C.A.B.S. patch. Her hands in fists. Quinn knows that she's leaving soon. They'll fade out of each other.   
Maybe I want to go too.
She thinks about her upturned collar. Her neck.

 
She flips a pierogi.
What would it be like to fix her collar for her?
Flip. Sizzle.
To touch her neck?
Flip. Sizzle.
To be down on my knees and tie her boots?
Flip. Sizzle.
To have her gaze at me that way again?
Flip. Sizzle.
She's leaving anyways.
Flip. Sizzle.
We're nothing to each other anyways.

She puts the spatula down. Staring at the golden brown tops. She looks at the counsel attached to her table. Back at the pan. To the counsel.  

A few piles of paper liter the table. An orange coneflower rests on one of the piles. She pushes the piles together. Carefully placing the flower on top. 

The keyboard noisily clacking. She looks back at the pan.

C.A.B.S.- PRIOR MAINTENANCE/ 

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C.A.B.S.-CREW

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>RESTRICTED

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>RESTRI

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>YOU DO NOT HAVE CLEARANCE_

Heavy sigh.

"Happy Holidays. I'll see you sometime."

END