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I’ve started calling Lillian the “Dragon Lady.” That was a pathetic, racist, Old-Earth trope used against East Asian women who dared show some strength of will. Oh, heaven forbid.
No, for Lillian, it’s because every time I’ve heard her on the phone or the comms, it’s just an angry roar. Breathing fire. She’s always mad at something.
Okay, sure, I’m always mad at something, too, but it blows over pretty quickly and it’s not that hard to get me laughing again. Obviously. Or Sam and I would have been done long ago.
But what happens to angry dragons? Hmmm? Yes.