"Is she all right?" Trevor asked Helda, who was building a tent with some of her friends on the second day of their arrival.
Helda glanced at Mila, who was just sitting there throwing stones in the distance, not wanting to help at all.
"Just let her." Helda sighed. "If I confront her now, things can get messy."
Trevor was silent for a moment, looking at Mila again. "But don't you want to talk to her? You don't want to comfort her?"
"Not at the moment." Helda smiled. "But, if you want to do it, go ahead."
The android approached the black-haired woman. "Good morning, Mila."
The woman turned to Trevor, raised her eyebrows, and asked in a haughty tone. "What do you want?"
"Honestly, I don't know."
Mila's chin dropped. "You're bothering me, and you don't know why? Get lost, you trashy thing. Don't come near me."
"Hey, isn't that rude, girl?" Leva joined in with a smile.
It seemed that Leva saw her former self in Mila.