Connie isn't entirely sure that she isn't dreaming. She even pinches herself, just in case, but that hurts, so she figures that this is actually real.
Which doesn't make it make any more sense.
Blinking, she says, dumbly, "...so that's where all the fuel's been going," as if there isn't anything weirder about this situation than that, as if there aren't a thousand more questions and only a single answer.
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Connie isn't entirely sure that she isn't dreaming. She even pinches herself, just in case, but that hurts, so she figures that this is actually real.
Which doesn't make it make any more sense.
Blinking, she says, dumbly, "...so that's where all the fuel's been going," as if there isn't anything weirder about this situation than that, as if there aren't a thousand more questions and only a single answer.