A/N- Laura's mother is called Judith. She's referred to as 'Jude' here a couple times.
She hadn't wanted to come, but Jude Roslin had insisted it was a good opportunity. They had gone shopping for clothes the day the letter had come. Now she was the only one dressed fancier than un-ripped jeans and a sweater. White eyelet dress, nylons, four-inch black heels, smooth black suit jacket. On top of that, her mother had curled her hair.
I look ridiculous. I just have to make the best of it, though. Knees bent, toe to heel. Shoulders straight, chin up. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, taking pride in her head-and-a-half over the others and the professional click of her heels on the floor. She carefully kept her eyes on the ship and her fighters.