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Some of Bina's colleagues at the farm feel the need to talk, filling in the space around her silences. One of them has been convinced, for weeks now, that going to a bar would loosen her up. Bina's not convinced she needs loosening up, but she has ended up in a bar anyway, having finished the workday by making a delivery of potable water to it, so she guesses she might as well try the loosening up thing.
It doesn't work very well, though, because being surrounded by so many people fills her with dread and anxiety. Her hair is reacting and she's too nervous to do much about it, but a long and anxious lock twitches out like a cat's lashing tail and knocks a woman's wine glass over, shattering. Bina's eyes go wide, and she covers her mouth, looking first at the woman and then at the spilled wine. She knows she should say something-- apologise, offer to buy her a new drink-- but words have fled her and she just stares mutely. If she wasn't stressed enough, the woman's cold beauty is overwhelming: for a moment Bina wonders if that's how people feel when they regard her, struck by the mesmerising presence: a desire to do anything to make this person happy.
