Made for What

She hadn't even thought about the shoes.

Kochanski sat in the middle of her room, such as it was, and looked at her feet. She wasn't a particularly small woman, but she wasn't that tall, either. Her feet, however, were broad in the places they should be thin, and the other way around, and poked out at the wrong angles.

Maybe, with the spare light bees unused, she could project... no, that would make her think of Dave.

She'd never find a new pair, not in this dimension, and when her work boots wore out... what other boots would work?