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Sansa, by and large, mostly kept to herself. She spent more time than was really necessary in the observation room, just sitting on the couch as she watched the universe spin by, trying not to think of how her life had changed. She was Sansa now - she had been since she'd run into Sandor and Jaime Lannister, and she had no choice.

Alayne Stone was gone, now. The smiling, somewhat wary-but-eager-to-please natural born daughter of Petyr Baelish was retired, put away with the girl who loved King Joffrey, with the girl who had left Winterfell years ago. What was left was Sansa - something she was trying to figure out, who this girl was. She was stronger, she knew. Proud, but not to a fault. Very aware of her family and her obligations, and that she would need to get them back - but also patient, because there was nothing she could do here.

She had told Klaus - he had stopped by, and she knew she owed him an explanation, but that made her realise that Alistair deserved one as well. The fact that she could not find him - she had been looking for days, but she could not find him and he was her neighbor is why she was no longer keeping to herself. He was her friend, and he was just... gone.

Sansa wore a simple gown, one that she could get dressed in on her own; she had banished the shorter skirts to the back of her closet, because she knew that there were people here that knew her, and even if she liked them, even if Klaus said they were normal, they were anything but.

"Excuse me," she said to the first person she saw as she walked through the concourse. "I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a man called Alistair, anywhere?"

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Newt looked up at the quiet girl. That's what she called her in her head, as she was seen about rarely.

"If you have a picture we can put up a post on the cortex." The girl looked down and scuffed the toe of her sneaker on the carpet. "My friend Teyla went missing, too," she looked back up into eyes the same color as her own.

"There was a search, so if we let everyone know someone will organize a search." Newt hoped they could actually find him.

Sansa stares at the younger girl with wide eyes. She reminds her a bit of Bran, although Bran wouldn't have jumped to so many conclusions so quickly. Arya was too brash, too bright to be like this girl - the fire in Arya's eyes, challenging everything - was one of the things that Sansa could remember of her sister past the darkness of her hair and eyes, and how she insisted on dressing like a boy. Listening to the blonde girl, it hurt - she'd not been facing the chance that Alistair could be gone, and when Newt talks about the Cortex, she frowns. "I don't have a picture," she says, and she wonders if the girl means that Sansa should draw one, even though it's not as if she does draw or paint.

She knows how to dance and sing and embroider, how to memorize and speak poetry eloquently, how to comport herself as a lady - but she could only passably draw, not with any skill. "I am sorry your friend is gone, although I do hope that Alistair is just... elsewhere. There are many people he could be staying with." She hesitates when she says let everyone know, because she would not have Jaime Lannister - and, oddly, Sandor Clegane - know that she is without her friend and protector. It was not all that Alistair was, but she had known him from the start here, and she had counted on the fact that if she had to escape, he would be her safe harbor. "Perhaps I have just not looked in the right place."

"You can get a picture..." Newt pulled out her communicator and spoke to it, "Image of Alistair, please." The same picture that was on his intake ticket showed on the screen and she turned the image to Sansa. "Is this him?"

Newt understood hoping. She was hoping Teyla was sent home. "Most of the people here are nice and would help you find him. Even if he's trying to be alone somewhere. I mean, he can be found and then left alone, right?"

"I'm Newt, by the way. Some of the people here have been calling me 'little mouse'," her scrunched face indicated her opinion of that.