(Today I went back to Handan, and after a whole day on the bus, I finally arrived... hence the late update. I'll have to take the bus back in a couple of days, might have to do this again...)
Lilina lay on the bed without any semblance of dignity, staring at the screen of the information terminal displaying a prose poem titled "To Moon Girl Artemis" written by some artsy kid, and she was all teary-eyed.
"Boss, tell me, how am I so popular," the little girl was rubbing a handkerchief across her face, looking half truly moved and half pretending (anyway, I never believe Lilina's expressions, her face is way too deceptive), "Look at their flowery words, makes me shy, maybe I should show up again, just to tell those scientists that my disappearance the other day was just teasing them?"
