I figure we’ll stop at the house, let you have a look around and meet Mrs. Reed, then introduce the womenfolk to the storage unit.’ Jen gave him a... sharp poke with her elbow at his use of the word ‘womenfolk’, but her smile never wavered. ‘I’ll cover dinner at Flannagans, let Jen and Fiona figure out what they want to take home, while we do the lifting. None of it’s particularly heavy.’ The introductions had gone easily enough, though Mary Reed had shown a wolfish grin uncomfortably reminiscent. "No, it is not your fault. Our Weyr Woman was treated worse than you, byHolders, because she's different," stated D'ven. "Those types of feelingshave no place within the Weyr. 'We', depend on each other, Dragons,Riders and Weyr Folk together." There is a reason why the Holders and others settling here are FormerHoldless, and nearly as free of Prejudice as the Weyrs. Excuse me, pleaseenjoy your meal." He hurried after Sorkana.Zilla wiped her mouth, "Our Weyr Woman needs our support." She looked. The room sank into darkness. ‘Don’t move,’ I said as I slid the noodles onto the back burner. Even though the electric range was out, the coils stayed hot for some time. I reached up into the cupboard above the stove and microwave where we kept our candles and matches and such. I felt around for a candle and a holder, then a matchbox. A flash of lightning lit up the room for a second, then plunged us into darkness again. I took a step over to the island and waited for another flash so I could. This continued for a while when it was announced that the we would be taking a restroom break soon. I didn't know why he did that but the guy opened the window, letting the wind in. Grinning at his friends, he reached up and removed my mom's hair clutcher. The wind caught her hair and it was flying all over the place. Startled she woke up, trying to figure out what was going on. She was frantically looking for her hair clutcher when the bus rolled into the stop. The guy calmly tossed it to her.