Lizbeth was wandering back and forth between her pristine suitcase and the bathroom, each time grabbing some new lotion or a brush or a pair of tweezers, interrupting Lyssa's thoughts.
"Are you done yet?" Lyssa snapped, finally after Lizbeth's fifteenth trip.
"Is there a problem?"
"How much crap are you going to rub into your skin?"
"Enough so my skin doesn't flake off. We can't all have perfect skin like you."
"I don't have…" Lyssa trailed off, nervously looking at her mini-computer again.
"So what's your deal?" Lizbeth asked, rubbing the lotion onto her face. She was sitting in the hideaway bed that Lyssa had installed for Vel, so he didn't have to sleep on the Academy air mattress the whole time he was here. It was strange to see Lizbeth's things where Vel's normally were.
It was strange to have another girl in her ship.
Especially one who seemed to just ooze sophistication and femininity. Her luggage was pristine, her clothes immaculately hung next to Lyssa's stained and wrinkled shirts. Lyssa began to feel a bit self-conscious in her ratty old shirt and shorts with coffee stains on them. Her hands, which were rough, seemed mannish, her legs pale, and her hair dry and brittle. She fought the urge to go brush it.
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