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[This close, it's clear how still Clara is. No breath comes out against Sarah's hand; she doesn't even blink.]

I think I'd feel more like a person.

[ Sarah bites her bottom lip a few seconds before answering. It's not the same, her situation and Clara's. Not even close. But she knows what it's like to wonder if you're a real person anymore. She knows there are people out there who think she and her sisters aren't people at all, just data to be studied or commodities to be used up and discarded. ]

You're a person. We're all people.

I'm not human.

[She isn't even sure if that part's true. Does a walking corpse still count as whatever it was before? Would it be a bad idea to track down some more vodka?]

You get to feel so much. Even the bad, stupid stuff. It's all... beautiful.

[She reaches up to tap Sarah's pinky, as if she's making a point.]

[ She smiles wryly, watching as Clara taps her pinky. ]

Doesn't always feel beautiful at the time.

But it will, one day. [Another, more emphatic, tap.] There's nothing more human than putting on two different socks, or driving off with your tea still on the roof, or calling your date the wrong name. That's what makes it life! You can get home at night and go, "Oh, today was a day - things happened." And you watch bad telly, and go to sleep, and wake up - that's being human. It's not about how many legs you've got. It's about your experiences.

[Her drunken oration comes to a pause, and she seems to come into focus on Sarah's face, realizing at last who she's boring with her speech. There's a little bit of sadness in her eyes - she'd forgotten for a moment that she wasn't with Cosima.]

[ Sarah takes Clara's hand at the last pinky tap, and moves both their hands away from Clara's face. ]

My problems are a bit more complicated than wearing two different socks, but thanks. And you can still do all of that too, can't you?

[Oh are we holding hands now? Clara follows the movement, sitting up straighter.]

For now. One day I'll forget.

[When her memory is too much for her human body, she means. But surely that's implied, if you're following along.]

... Sorry, I'm usually a much more fun drunk. Some girls on Galsec Seven even got me on a table.

[ Yes? Yes. We are holding hands now. ]

Do you want a drink? I was joking earlier. I've got bourbon and probably wine.

[She thinks about it.

And thinks about it a little bit more.]

Wine would be lovely.

[How much more can she fuck up right now, anyway?]

Hello, Sarah. I have a proposition for you.

[ After less than a minute. ]

Answer soon.

[ Sarah's reply comes a few minutes later. ]

what do you want, rachel?

[ Let's find out! Sarah extracts her hand from Clara's and goes into the small kitchen, where she has a bottle of red wine. She pours Clara some wine and then, after thinking about it for a second, grabs some bourbon for herself. She knows that offering Clara more alcohol is probably not the best course of action here, but hey, she never said she was a role model. ]

I know, but at least if we had all talked before you jumped in, we could have discussed what to do about our cover story, now that it's blown!

[She's expecting a solid round of "I-told-you-so" and she is not excited to hear it.]

[ Sarah thinks about a good "I told you so," but she doesn't have the energy right now. ]

So what do you think we should do?

Well... I'm not sure there's much we can do.

[She hates admitting it, but it's the truth.]

The important thing is to spin this in a way that people know how dangerous Rachel is.

Do we agree she's dangerous? Here, I mean. It's not like DYAD came with her.

Well she obviously can't be trusted. Look at everything she's done! And there's no way she's going to be content to be powerless for long.

[Alison sure has a lot of opinions for someone who has never formally met Rachel Duncan.]

Of course not. Just. I don't know what the right move is.

[Alison just sighs. Loudly.]

This is a nightmare.

I know. She's from earlier in the timeline than we are. That almost makes it harder.

[ Especially since she has no idea how long Rachel's been planning on killing her, and probably the others, too. ]

Can't we just publicly disown her or something?

Won't doing that only draw more attention to us? What are we gonna say when they ask us why there were six of us instead of five?

I don't know! Maybe Cosima has some wacky science theory she can use to explain it.

[ Sarah just. Sighs. ]

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe... we have to come clean and admit what we are.

[She sounds almost defeated.]

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