With barely a second thought Nova began kicking at the odds orchids, pushing them away from the sleeping humans.
“They’re bad.” she said, “Smell funny, and they make you sleep and sleep.”
The Manikin raised a porcelain hand to her head as if she was trying to think as she ran the white fingers through her starting to grow back in hair. “I don’t remember what they’re called, and I don’t wanna touch them.” she kicked the flower again.