Every time I get close to someone, I feel like a stray dog ​​trying to live in a house. Like I don't know where to put my body or how loud I'm allowed to be.

It was this thought that was on Chani's mind as she sat in the Base canteen. Voices, laughter, metal dishes clanging together everything seemed familiar to the others, but not to her. She took the seat at the edge, too close to the wall, as if she might have to jump up again at any moment.

Horangi noticed. He didn't speak, didn't ask.