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I -

I think I need to talk to somebody, or....something. I -

- It's like, I feel fine? But - my skin is -

[Shego switches on video and now y'all can see what the problem is.]

I'm green. I mean -

[She discreetly peeks under the neckline of her sundress.]

- I'm green everywhere. How did I get green?

This is so abnormal.

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What else could I possibly be?

You can't be that dumb.

No, but apparently you can. I'm not an alien because aliens don't exist.

There's billions of stars out there with billions of planets and you're naive enough to think we're the only inhabited planet.

Okay, fine, maybe they exist but why would they go on a cruise?

...

If I was an alien, I'd know.

No one knows who they are.

I am not an alien and you're not helping.

Just - go get drunk some more.

You wanna come with?

With you?

You don't really sound like you'd make good company.

I'm excellent company. You need to loosen up. It'll be fun.

Well, look who's Mister Sure-Of-Himself.

...

One drink, just so you can see me and how I'm not an alien. Where are you?

On the deck.

Shego - rather, the nameless amnesia sufferer formerly known as Shego - appeared on the deck with some hesitance, not being sure if her skin would burst into flames in the sun or melt at the touch of water or - something.

It didn't. Hooray.

But once there, she realised that she hadn't asked Captain Overconfidence what his name was or exactly where he was, so she lingered for a moment, glancing around the deck chairs and across the pool for a sign of him.

Well, Shego, Captain Overconfidence also known as Kirk didn't really know what his name was either. But he'd had a few drinks since waking up and he was just going to put it all down to this day being so awesome - meaning booze and women filled - that his name didn't matter.

He spotted her before she saw him, that green skin was really not easy to miss, and so he headed her way, with a couple of drinks in hand.

"I didn't think you'd actually come."

"Yeah, well, I was going crazy just hanging out in my cabin. I was going to come up here for some fresh air anyways, so." She shifted, folding her arms. "What's your...are you calling yourself anything right now?"

"You can call me whatever you want," he replied with a wink as he offered her one of the drinks. "That's not offensive or crude because then I reserve the right to do the same for you."

She accepted the drink cautiously. "I'm calling myself Kim until I remember my real name. I - I know it's not my name? But it feels - I don't know, familiar."

"Then maybe you should call me Bones because that sounds familiar." In the dirty way. But also because he was unnaturally attached to his best friend whom he doesn't remember and who also abandoned him. But whatever. He raised his glass towards her and gave her an expectant look.

"Are we going to toast, Kim?"

"Bones? That sounds..." It rattled something in the back of her mind but she didn't interrogate the thought any further.

"...well, whatever, I guess Bones it is." She lifted her glass. "To...to retrograde amnesia?"

Well, alright he hadn't really been serious about that but if she wanted to call him that, then okay.

"And maybe someday we all figure out what the hell we're doing here." He clinked his glass against hers, smiling at her in that charming, kinda lecherous way, before he took a sip.

She shot him an amused glance in response to the smile, then took a sip from her glass.

"So...you don't know what's going on with you at all? Nothing in your cabin, no hints?"

"Just some clothes in a cabin I don't really remember." He shrugged a little bit, because he was just tipsy drunk enough that he didn't really care to give it much deeper thought. "What about you? Besides the green skin."

She shrugged back, circling the rim of her glass with a fingertip. "Not much? I think I've always been this color, I think I'm pretty rich, and either I'm really into working out or whatever I do needs me to keep fit. Other than that..." She pulled a face. "I guess neither of us are into holding onto anything much that's...personal."

His eyes immediately dropped down to check her out, giving her a once over before he nodded slightly, seemingly pleased with what he saw there. Yeah, she worked out and it showed and he definitely approved of the way that dress fit her.

"Maybe we're both just running away from something."

"Maybe."

She looked off over the bow of the ship. Endless ocean as far as the eye could see; if they were running away, they really couldn't have gotten any further from the rest of the world.

"Maybe we knew each other. Before, I mean." Or maybe she was just grasping onto something that felt even remotely familiar, but really, did it matter?

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