Firefly Glen Six is not a pretty number; eight or three is definitely better

A pale woman approached her after a time. Marina paused, swallowed what was in her mouth, and took a second to clean her mouth before she responded. What do you mean, 'during this time?' There was a sharpness to her voice, something almost suspicious. What did she know?

And why didn't Marina herself know it? She glanced uncomfortably down at her meal, as if ashamed to have been caught existing so normally while something abnormal was happening to her. Then her gaze fixed on the woman, awaiting her explanation.