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La'an is silent when she's scared. Years of torment on that Gorn breeding planet have left its mark. She doesn't linger, doesn't take up the space she should.
Una waits. If she gives her time…
"I know you're in there," she tells the storage box, "It's ok to hide, but you need food."
"I'm not hungry.”
“But I am,” Una places her hand on the latch, “And I’d love to have dinner with my wife.”
“But I can’t leave here,” La’an fades in volume, requiring the abilities of an argument to hear, “I feel like I’m still in that cave.”