[Arguing like this does make Cloche feel somewhat homesick. It does remind her of hanging around Luca whom she now misses. A frown makes its way to her face for another reason entirely.]
None of our opinions will matter if we end up being stuck here. How do we leave?
[It's not like her world had this kind of technology. Most of it was ancient or run down already.]
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None of our opinions will matter if we end up being stuck here. How do we leave?
[It's not like her world had this kind of technology. Most of it was ancient or run down already.]