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The light shone on Ember Cartnell's face. She winced, as the man behind the counter frowned.

“ Ember Grace Cartnell, am I correct?” the man asked, in an unamused tone. “ Only survivor of Flight 169 that lifted from Miami, Florida, along with Camden Billings.”

“ That's correct.” Ember said in a serious tone. “ Though I wish it was not.”

“ Were you with family?”

“ No, sir. I was alone, as you very well may have inferred. I don't seem fazed at all, do I?”

“ You seem bothered.”

“ I am only slightly perturbed by that peevishly annoying incandescent lightbulb, it's quite bright.”

The man rolled his eyes. The girl sure was cheeky, and she seemed to have a lot of smart answers to say.

“ So, onto the interview questions.” the man moved on.

“ Aren't you going to do something about that lightbulb?” Ember said, with a hint of annoyance. “ I would've expected you, as the inquirer, to make the guest as comfortable as possible so as to enable the guest to feel more at home, and thus, yield more answers.”

The man was speechless for a second, but regained his composure.

“ Miss Cartnell, how old are you?”

“ I was thirteen by the second of May.” she responded. “ So as of the moment I am thirteen years of age, fourteen if consideration by Chinese culture. But as we are in Australia at the present moment I do not think that will matter.”

“ A simple thirteen would have been okay.”