Grace is rumbling, her discomfort at being in these temperatures in her winter coat combining with the desire to take her family back to where she knows how things work leading her to call to her daughters and turn her face toward the portal. She waits though. Her people are talking to the other people, and she doesn't know if the other people want in a pouch.
"How long does this thing stay on?" John is asking. "Do you want it back?"
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"How long does this thing stay on?" John is asking. "Do you want it back?"