[Might as well have been one. She certainly doesn't mind the company - Stan was a good guy, if a little odd at times, and she hadn't really seen much of him since the... memorial. Funeral. Whatever the most appropriate word for it was. It was good to see him again, to know he hadn't frozen somewhere or that he was still stuck up on the moon, unable to look after himself very well.
Despite herself, and despite Stan, she can't help but state at the mouse, just a little. It's beyond her how he could miss having a mouse in his pocket for who knows how long, and after a moment she realizes he asked her a question, so she shakes her head. She pulls out her tablet quickly.]
Hi. No thank you. I don't think the others would appreciate me bringing a mouse home.
[And then, unsure of what else to do, she holds out her cigarette towards him. It's nothing better than nicotine, but help yourself.]
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Despite herself, and despite Stan, she can't help but state at the mouse, just a little. It's beyond her how he could miss having a mouse in his pocket for who knows how long, and after a moment she realizes he asked her a question, so she shakes her head. She pulls out her tablet quickly.]
Hi. No thank you. I don't think the others would appreciate me bringing a mouse home.
[And then, unsure of what else to do, she holds out her cigarette towards him. It's nothing better than nicotine, but help yourself.]