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Rose is exploring the space station, waiting for the end of the world.  Suddenly she encounters a young woman with blue skin, wearing overalls and hard at work.

Rose asks if she's allowed to be where she is.  Her automatic response to officialdom of any kind is to question her own status.  For all her confidence, she's a girl who lives on an estate and worked in a shop.

The young woman in overalls looks awkward.

"You have to give us permission to talk," she says, nervously aware of the irony.

Rose is dumbfounded.  She realises that this woman looks upon her - Rose - as a high status person, someone before whom she must be humble.

"Er..." she says, embarassed, "you... have... permission?"  She inflects it as a question.  'Is that the right form of words that I'm using?'  There is embarassment in her voice, and a faint look of nausea on her face.  It makes me love her.

"Thank you," says the woman, who's name turns out to be Raffalo, "And, no, you're not in the way. Guests are allowed anywhere."

Rafallo turns out to be a ...

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