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The paper cup drops from Galaxy's hand and rolls lazily on the ground, flicking watery brown specks onto their sneakers. Not that anyone could tell if they didn't know what they were looking for -- the sneakers had clearly once been white, but that had been before their long and colorful tenure on Galaxy's feet.[break]"It's all right. These things happen," they say, bending down to pick the cup off the ground. Their attention seems to pivot to the object in their hand almost completely, with the only indication that they're acknowledging the other person being the fact that they're speaking aloud. "I should compost this. Does Dalton have a community compost pile? I mean, I could take it to the one I have in my apartment, but why take it all the way back there if I don't have to, right?" They laugh softly.[break]"I only just moved here, actually. Well, I say moved, more like I ended up here. Long story," they say, and their face darkens for a second. But only a second. "Anyway, what about you? How long have you been in Dalton?" they ask, seemingly oblivious to the conversational cues they've missed.