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((set sometime after this roadtrip))

Lyssa was back in New York City. Not where she'd been planning on going back to. She was heading out to find the farm where she had thought she could be some help. Instead she was back where she'd started. Looking for something that may not even had come along with her. Even if it had it was very likely to be dying. That was the problem, it wasn't exactly a machine. Organics were curious things, this one probably more so because it had adapted to function with Lyssa. It had put up with her more interesting quirks of her personality that had been lost over a year in Cardiff with people who she had helped. Though one interesting little habit of hers had stayed. And that was the same as Jack's. She liked rooftops. No she loved rooftops. She was stood on top of a building then. Trying to think where the ship would be. She's just help out this Owen then be on her way again.

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"Good."

"I know about Diane."

That actually shuts him up for a few minutes.

Eventually, "You were there?"

"Not exactly, but I've met her." She looks impressed. "She's something, wow."

"Yeah, she really was." The smile turns a little sad. "Stupid of me to let her go."

She doesn't like him sad. "You don't let people like her go. They leave. Leave you wondering what the hell happened. You get good memories. Though they're nothing compared to the person, they're worth every second. And you'd do it again too." It's a rare moment she says so much about herself without oversharing.

"I regret never making a move." She smiles.

Owen tilts his head at her.

"On who, exactly?"

Yes, he might be fishing a bit.

"Diane."

That... wasn't the answer he was expecting, and he blinks for a second before just enjoying the image.

"I'd probably have shared."

Maybe.

"Oh now wouldn't have minded that."

Though she would understand him not sharing.

"Can't say it's not a pleasant thought." He might still be dwelling on the image, until he looks down at his wound again, and stares.

"Hhm? What?" She's still in a new happy place.

"Lyssa, look. It's gone."

She grins and reaches out to touch without thinking. "How's it feel now?"

"Let me check something."

Hastily, carelessly, he starts stripping the bandage off his broken finger.

She sits back and watches him curiously. "And?"

"...I can feel it moving." He looks up at her, disbelieving. "Lyssa, I can feel."

She's grinning, happy because he is. "Amazing aren't they."

"Beyond amazing." He jumps up, suddenly, and grabs her chair to spin it around. "Thank you so much."

She gives a yelp of surprise. "Anything, anytime."

"I don't even really know you. And you don't know me, not technically... so yeah, thanks."

"I guess this is where we say goodbye."

"...only if you want it to be", he says after a moment.

"~~I don't want...~~ We could help more people?"

"That's what I trained for", he agrees carefully.

"So... another road trip then?"