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“So, shall we dine together then? I figure if we’re<br />
going to be working together it’s best to get to<br />
know one another. Teamwork and all that.”<br />
“What are you doing?” Bea’s question<br />
seemed to startle him.<br />
“Pardon?” The stupefied look on his face<br />
didn’t help to quell her scowl.<br />
“Why are you being nice to me? No other<br />
Uppers have talked to me unless it was to<br />
insult me or give me orders. Most of you just<br />
ignore me. Is this some weird Upper trick? Be<br />
nice to the filthy Scav so I don’t realize you’re<br />
actually being mean?”<br />
Roger blinked slowly. Twice. The realization<br />
seemed to dawn on him that she wasn’t used<br />
to people being friendly. It hadn’t occurred<br />
to him that his colleagues would be rude or<br />
aggressive toward their new partners.<br />
“I’m sorry, Bea. We might be working together<br />
for months, and if it takes a long time to fix the<br />
engines, maybe years. You’ll be living up here,<br />
so I just thought we should get off on the right<br />
foot, you know?”<br />
Well, Roger seemed to be telling the truth. As<br />
much as Bea didn’t trust it, she had seemingly<br />
wound up with one of the few Upperfolk who<br />
didn’t seem to take pleasure in being cruel to<br />
those from the lower levels. The thought of it<br />
made her stomach somersault.<br />
“Fine. We can eat together. But first, I think I<br />
should change. That attendant guy said it like a<br />
suggestion, but I get the feeling it was an order.”<br />
one shade of gray. Surely whatever these<br />
people had given her to wear for the long<br />
term would be more comfortable.<br />
Although he didn’t say anything, Roger<br />
followed along down the west wing of the<br />
dormitory. They walked in a sort of amicable<br />
silence, and when they reached a door with<br />
a plaque that read ‘Underfolk Dormitory’ Roger<br />
motioned for her to go ahead, and that he’d wait<br />
here in the hall.<br />
The dorm was certainly nicer than Bea had<br />
been expecting. Even though it was probably<br />
the worst room in the whole building, it<br />
was still leagues beyond what she and the<br />
other Underfolk were used to. Rather than<br />
individual rooms, each person had their<br />
own area partitioned off by shelves and a<br />
folding screen. Everybody was given a cot,<br />
a footlocker, a wash basin, a chair, shelves,<br />
and a mirror. It was clear that the others had<br />
already been through here: the old utilitarian<br />
clothing had been dumped in a large hamper<br />
in the center of the room, and the untouched<br />
beds had neatly folded clothing on top.<br />
Bea found the little cubicle with her name<br />
on it, grimacing at the usage of her full<br />
name, Beatrice, and settled on changing<br />
into the new clothes. They were soft, softer<br />
than anything she had ever felt before. The<br />
clothing wasn’t light gray anymore, but not<br />
nearly as bright as the clothing typically worn<br />
by other Upperfolk. No, these still had an air of<br />
otherness to them. It seemed that everybody<br />
was given different colors—her pants and top<br />
were made of dark grays and blacks, while<br />
the provided cloak was a deep burgundy.<br />
The clothes she was currently wearing<br />
were not the same filthy scraps she wore<br />
at home in the slums, but they certainly felt<br />
uncomfortable. It was a utilitarian ensemble,<br />
itchy, uncomfortable, and only available in<br />
88<br />
The clothes themselves fit rather comfortably<br />
and weren’t nearly as boxy and oversized<br />
as the previous garments. If the entire<br />
situation wasn’t so odd, Bea might have<br />
thought to wonder when they had gotten