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The temporary population influx hadn't gone unnoticed by Liz Parker. It had kept her busy with customers, natives and captives alike, coming and and out of the Crashdown. It was like a Crash Festival week with tourists coming and going as they pleased, crowds of people filling the streets. Though the streets of Taxon were still foreign to her, the sight had given her a sense of nostalgia that almost made her feel comfortable in Taxon. Almost. There was no presence of her parents, trying to manage the crowds, nor was there Michael and the rest of the kitchen staff complaining about the rush, and all the other familiar faces of Roswell.

She missed home.

Now, however, the café was virtually empty. Liz sat at the bar, silver alien antenna headband discarded off to the side as she refilled sugar containers. It didn't really need to be done, but it kept her busy.

"That was actually kind of nice, don't you think? Not that I'm saying those people being brought here, even for a short time, was a good thing at all, but it was different. Made this place feel livelier, for a little while."

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"Why won't they?"

Liz didn't understand that. There were so many people here who had simply accepted their fate and resigned to just live out their lives here. Why didn't they want to leave, why weren't they trying to get out? They'd broken Max out of a high security FBI facility, them, a bunch of teenagers from Roswell, New Mexico. Yet, the people here who seemed to have many one-ups on their merry band of outcasts weren't lifting a finger? She refused to accept that.

"They will. I apologize if my statement was less than clear." He wasn't planning on staying here any longer than he had to--and it had already been far too long, even if it was barely a quarter of the time that the captain had been in the city. Sooner or later, they were going to leave. He had to keep believing it, or else that human half of him that he liked to pretend didn't exist would be subject to the despair of the rest of the city.

Liz dropped her head into her hands for a moment, lightly massaging her temples with her fingertips. She could really use some of that calming oil Maria keeps in her locker. Idly, she wonders if it's still in the back.

"I hate this."

That was a statement that Spock had heard so many times that he'd lost track. Humans were so ready to throw that word around and, most times, they didn't really mean it. It had taken a lot of practice before he could distinguish between when it was actual and when it was just another strange idiosyncracy of human speech.

In this case, it was fairly obvious which it was.

"I would imagine that you are not alone in that opinion."

"I would hope not," came tumbling out of her mouth, despite the girl knowing how rude and must have sounded. She meant what she said and saw no point in retracting a statement that wasn't false. "I don't see how someone could just accept that they're stuck here and start to like it."

"After a certain amount of time, the probability of rescue becomes so low as to be nonexistant, and with it goes the hope that one will be forthcoming." Coldly, emotionlessly logical. That was simply what would happen, though it took far longer in stubborn, too-resiliant humans. It was far too unlikley that in a place where they could not even transmit some proof of their continued existence that they would ever be found, and yet each and every one of them had some dream that some day someone would find them.

The scientific outlook was something she understood more than she wanted to in this moment. As mature and ahead of her years as Liz was, she was still a teenage girl who was used to being surrounded by family and friends, even during the worst of situations. Being completely alone, especially not by her own choice as was the case with her fleeing to Florida after sophomore year came to a close, was unsettling and extremely upsetting. She hated it.

"Problem is, people don't think logically. Feeling things and wanting things have nothing to do with logic."

"I am very much aware of the human tendency to think irrationally and emotionally. That does not preclude the validity of any logical conclusion that they may choose to ignore." How long had he been dealing with humans? There wasn't any changing they way they were inclined to think. The entire idea of emotional thinking was...strange, when he considered it. He wasn't sure that he even could.

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