In Training | Kellyn and Sarah
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Kellyn was interested in trains. Locomotion was more than a little fascinating to her, and given the chance, she’d happily take the whole engine apart to work out how to improve it. But that was frowned upon. And they’d already blocked her from going in once, so she was sitting, trying to rig a new system to run the lights off of the energy built up as the train ran.
She was planning on visiting her family later in the month, maybe. They were a bit weird. For one thing, none of them seemed to care about how things worked, or how to make them better. She’d once watched them use a semi-broken toaster for six months, despite her offers to fix it. She’d been four, but she still thought she could do it.
The rest of the Girl Scouts were spread out along the train, with instructions to behave and try and learn something. If the train broke down, they’d be expected to fashion a new one out of the wreckage, and they knew it.
Hearing the door slide open, Kellyn turned, her pocket flashlight in her mouth, shining the light mostly down at a pair of very recognizable shoes. She put her pliers and cutters back in her tool belt and held the light up to see Sarah’s face. “Hi, Professor. Just trying to get things lit up a bit. How are you?”
Sarah was quick to extract her elbow from the intern’s grasp, insisting to them that she could follow the sound of their feet on the ground. She made her way to the train, again refusing assistance when it was offered to her. She climbed up in the car, not expecting that anyone else would be there.
She was quick to raise her arm when the light was shone towards her face, attempting to block the light with her hand. She squinted, judging from the words that it was someone from the college. It was a moment later when she put together that it was Kellyn.
“Maybe enjoy the darkness for a minute.” She suggested, reaching out to push the flashlight so that it pointed towards the ground. She took a seat, propping her boots up against the edge of the window. “Isn’t that the whole point of this thing?”